Recovery WODS

Yesterday:
walk 5 minutes on the treadmill
25 rowboats
4 rounds

Pretty much of a sissy workout? Yes? well, having just had surgery for a torn rotator cuff, I'm trying my best to get back to work and not lose that firebreather in me. Speaking of firebreathers, I'd like to write about one of my heros, who was also a firebreather: my father.

I'm sure CrossFit HQ has an official definition of 'firebreather'. My definition: one who approaches their goals in life with a passion that radiates from the heart. One who is passionate about their life.

My father and 10 reasons he lived his life as a firebreather and my hero:
1. He loved me from the tip of my head to the bottom of my toes and I felt it every day.
2. He played the concertina and sang "Whose Little girl are You" and "You are my Sunshine" to me with my dog, Bootsie, at my side.
3. He taught me about gardening and was 'green' long before the term was hip.
4. He taught me to look for deer at night while we would drive up north for vacations. I still look for those bright eyes in the darkness.
5. He helped me to fill a shopping bag with the most beautiful fall leaves even though he knew they would dry out and we would eventually toss them.
6. He also allowed me to pluck every stone I thought was an agate out of freezing Lake Superior and fill our trunk.
7. He was a firefighter.
8. I always thought he looked just like John Wayne.
9. He had an incredible work ethic. He believed in the importance of Catholic schools for his six children and would not accept charity.
10. He went to church every day. Now I am not a religious person (I actually feel let down by my Catholic faith)but his passion for his faith was clear.
Just one more: he would tell us at the dinner table, "I am Lord, God and master of this house." I believed him, fought against it, but eventually came to respect him for that. He was 'Lord, God and master.'

My dad passed away years ago. But I had the opportunity to tell him how much I loved him and I think about him almost every day. Especially during difficult WODs.
RIP dad.

More to come about my other firebreather hero: my brother, Jim.

Bo