It changed me. It changed us all. That day we witnessed naked evil. Death.
I tried to make sense of the senseless: to grasp this unfolding reality. It was terrifying.
We sought comfort, hugging our family, friends, neighbors and strangers, clinging to our shared values.
Americans are an optimistic people. We’re a Nation founded on an idea that embraces Life, Liberty, the pursuit of Happiness. Justice.
We did what Americans do. We got up. We offered a hand. Repaired, rebuilt. All in our own way. But moving ever forward, building, aspiring.
In my post 9-11 mindset, I’ve always felt that this P90X effort was in large part a metaphor of this American life-lust. To do it, to sweat through the effort, is to reject nihilism. Because it’s aspirational. It’s building and improving. Brick by brick, as they say. It has purpose: to enhance one’s life. It requires action.
It’s fitting that this round ends with Yoga. Quiet and contemplative. Breathing with life.