Day 71... Murph!

Yesterday I did Murph for the first time.  Twenty six of us in the small box, a chaotic dance around each other, with each other, solo.  Fluid movement from the bar to the ground - any small space you could find.  Chalk hand-prints lining the floor between drops of sweat.  Heavy breathing and pure focus - the seconds ticking by.  Spectators and cheers, torn skin, more tape.  Magical movements flowing up and down and across - out the door into the blinding sunshine for one last escape, one more step, one more...  the hard part left behind.  It was a beautiful morning with exceptional results.  We all accomplished what we set out to do - Murph was no match for any of us.  He was defeated.