“What you leave behind is not what is engraved in stone monuments, but what is woven into the lives of others.” – Perciles
The timing of that quote on the website, what a coinky-dink. (No such thing!) Thursday evening I was laying on the gymnasium floor stretching. With the exception of Ali doing her nightly rituals at the front desk, everyone was gone for the night. I’d gotten a late start, and my workout seemed to take me a bit longer than usual. This time of year it’s hot as balls in the ‘nasium and all that sweat teetering on dehydration seems to put me in a different mental state by the time stretch rolls around.
Anyway, laying on my back, staring up at the roof structure, struggling to hold the #4, “talk-to-ya-crotch” hamstrang position, I got to thinking about these industrial bones of a building, and their significance in my life.
The architecture of DTP is nothing special. It’s housed in a commercial complex, of which there are a thousand scattered across the valley; concrete exterior walls with an open, adaptable interior, exposed roof trusses, sprinkler system, mechanical ducts, plumbing pipes and vents, and electrical conduit. It’s like a being inside a human body – if that body were a building – all systems exposed. Form follows function. Appropriate for a gym, really.
In the profession of architecture you learn really quickly that you can’t assign meaning to a space. You can pour all your time, efforts, and design skills into a project, refining the floor plan, perfecting the scale of the sections, conducting light studies and performance analysis, and finishing every detail to perfection. But in the end, it’s the people who occupy the space, it’s users, that choose it’s significance and give it power. Or not.
Here. It’s a little like this…
Capisce? (That’s Swedish, right?)
Okay, so back to the gym floor where I’m sweaty and high from the heat and my row sprints, looking at these mundane building blocks, the steel of the roof trusses, the pinned paper face of the insulation, the halide lights that blind me when I do TGUs, and I ask myself what it is that makes, has made, DTP such a game-changer in my life?
It’s the people; Ali and Tom and the community they’ve brought together. It’s the members that have come, and gone… and returned. And it’s what they’ve taught me about myself, my capabilities, my stumbling blocks. It’s what I’ve learned about how to be a better member of my community; how to engage with my fellow sapiens in a meaningful, genuine, and attentive way.
Maybe I am just rambling here…
My point is that DTP is so much more than a gym, it’s something you bring with you. It’s something you share with others. Sure, it’s better movement, a better booty, and more challenging goals, but it’s also having an engaging conversation and asking the important questions; it’s finding meaning in your own life, and hopefully helping someone else do the same along the way. It’s feeling like you’re a small part of something much bigger.
That’s what it is for me, at least. That and learning to nail pistols and pull-ups. (But maybe not at the same time. Yet.)
(And I blame the Barbell Buddha, yet again, for giving me all the feels. This time with the “Gratuity Included” episode. Be fucking grateful. Then talk/write about it.)
28 June | Tu
Mobility | 3x:
Wall rotation + press x 10
GA squats x 10
Side plank + leg lift x :20 ea
TVA drops x 15
KBS x 10
BB walking lunges x 14
Banded rows x 10
Work | EMOM x 20:00
Evens: Power clean x 2 + jerk x 1 (2 @95, 5 @105, 3 @115#)
Odds: AD x :30
-Rest x 4:00-
Death march 4 x 20 steps (1 @20,3 @25# DBs)
Rest x 1:30
Stretch | 10:00
27 June | M
Mobility | 3x
Hip hikes x 12 ea
Scap press x 10
Arch up x 6
V-ups x 10
Wall balls x 7
Fun with kettlebells x :30
DUs x 30
Work | 4x:
RDL x 4 @ 4242 (115#)
Rest x 1:00
Single arm press x 8(L), 6(R)(20#)
Rest x 1:00
DB rows x 12 reps (1 @30,3 @25#)
Rest x 1:00
Banded T’s x 10 (yellow)
Stretch | 20:00
After all that up there, not much to report down here. Now to take it with me back to the homeland for some time with the clan. Looking forward to returning well-rested, and maybe talking a little funny.