We had performance training day at the gym today. This is where Kirk Vickers, Brad Jeffrey, Dan Reynolds myself and occasionally Joe Muzzi get together and go through workouts that will make you vomit - from the effort involved. We had one exercise that involved laying down with a 25lb medicine ball, sitting up and throwing it in front of a guy sitting about 20 feet away. The ball rolls to you, you pull it up over your head, lay back, sit up with the ball over your head and throw it back. Sounds fun? Not if you have ADD. I lost focus for a second, and had my testicles crushed when Brad threw it and I didn't catch it before it rolled straight between my legs. Painful.

One of the guys working out with us was a pro football player, a quarterback who was out while trying to rehab his shoulder and play again. The guy clearly loves football, everything about it. He talked about how his world is having to find a new center now that football is not at the center of his orbit. What makes it hard is that no matter how hard he works, no matter how much he wants it, he may never get his shoulder back into playing shape, and it's rocking his world. Whether it's a woman, a job, money, your body - whatever - they're all too small of stories to live in. Reminds me of the Switchfoot lyrics from Meant to Live - "We were meant to live for so much more - have we lost ourselves? Somewhere we live inside".