For the past few years I’ve participated in a Memorial Day tradition within the CrossFit community. By completing a Hero workout named “Murph” where we honor not only fallen hero Michael Murphy, the workouts namesake but all those who’ve sacrificed so much for our ability to enjoy this great nation.
I’m grateful for the chance to keep the memory of our hero’s alive, and a chance to embody even a glimmer of what they represented. This year was a bit different and I had the opportunity to complete this workout not once, but twice in three days. The first time on Saturday, and again on the official holiday of Monday.
After Saturday I can tell you, my body was sore in places I haven’t been sore in for a long time, and I’m a fairly good athlete who keeps active daily. I had no intention of repeating Murph again on Monday, but showed up to stretch and keep things light while others completed the workload.
Except, I felt a pull within me, a nudge from God maybe urging me to go ahead and run the first mile and see what happens. The funny thing is I could barely reach the top of my head because my arms and back were so sore. From somewhere within me I hear:
“I bet Lt. Murphy felt worse than you did, he and others kept going…”
What was I to say to that? Every excuse which came to mind simply fell flat. When the clock began, so did I.
During the workout, after the mile run, after completing the 100 pull-ups with my hands bleeding from the bar, about mid-way through the 200 push-ups, I was cooked, ready to throw in the towel. After all, I already did this whole thing on Saturday, so today’s “extra”. Right?
“I bet Lt. Murphy felt worse than you did, he and others kept going…”
Back to push-ups I went. Then on to 300 air squats and another mile run to pull myself through the workout.
Yet, it wasn’t me pulling myself through this. It did take a lot of will-power, yet I also felt the presence of those whom I was paying homage to, guiding me to keep going. God reached down and gave me the strength and endurance I needed to see it through, especially when I didn’t think I could.
Life will find a way to put us in situations where we feel like there is no escape, no outlet. Yet here we are. If you get out of your own head, out of your own way, and just start moving you’ll find life moves with you. No matter what you are doing, from the gym, starting a new business, asking out that person who’s out of your league… Once started, keeping momentum becomes easier.
It’s not easy, it’s not for the faint of heart, but it is attainable and achievable if you only keep moving. Move through the set backs, doubts and fears. God is there to guide us, and He will pull us through the storms in our lives if we just pay attention and listen.
“Take my yoke upon you, and learn from me, for I am gentle and lowly in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. For my yoke is easy and my burden is light.” -Mathew 11:29-30
We are asked to take the yoke of Jesus, we too have work to do. The yoke of Jesus however is easy, and the burden light, as He is doing the heavy lifting for us. Our perception may seem like we have the weight of the world on our shoulders, but it’s only our perception.
God has a lot of tools to give us the strength we need to keep going when we don’t think we can. Today, he guided a warriors spirit to walk me through my bodily pain and achieve something I didn’t think I had in me.
As we honor those fallen hero’s this Memorial Day, we keep their spirit alive within us, showing those behind us what’s possible. Thank you, for everything.