I attend a regularly scheduled bootcamp class at my local gym, the French Riviera. I love my class and everyone in it. We keep each other motivated and busting through intense beach-body moves. We each arrive 10 minutes before class to prepare our space and layout our equipment. We offer each other words of encouragement at the beginning of the hour and clap to resolve the hour. That is how a regular boot camp session goes.
On January 1, 2013, the dynamics of our class changed. The class was full of people seeking healthy, brand new bodies. Each person rushed in and grabbed the equipment they needed, and some grabbed even more than what they needed as if they had 4 extra limbs to use them. The sweet sounds of encouragement had gone with 2012. It was every man for himself.
Sweat was dripping and our hearts were pounding us through the session when our instructor advised us to utilize our barbells. I and a few others in the room didn't have any barbells while there were a whole host of individuals in the room that had 2 sets or more. We waited for others to offer theirs up, but no one offered and the exercise went on. After a few reps, our instructor offered his barbells to me. Directly following, others began giving up their extra pair of barbells.
The end of class ended with a standing ovation instead of the usual claps. That day we learned to work on a different part of our wellbeing. We worked on our kindred spirits.
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