Push jerk 135#(95#)
Front squat 135#(95#)
*3 Burpee penalty everytime the bar is dropped.
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In September of 2001 I was a junior in college. At midnight on September 11th I was in a bar celebrating a friend’s birthday. I spent the morning of September 11th sleeping off my hangover until one of my sorority sisters came into my room and told me I needed to get up, “why?” I asked. “Because the world is ending” she said. I thought she was joking until I went downstairs and saw what was on the television. I remember watching and feeling absolutely confused, as though what was happening was not real. I eventually went back upstairs and got ready for class. I went to class, still not sure how I felt about everything I saw. I have a hard time saying this but the truth is, it would not be until many years later that I could fully comprehend the magnitude of the events of September 11th. A 20 year old college student in Colorado left me quite removed and self focused.
I joined Cunningham Fire Protection District in August 2007. And in September of 2008 I climbed 110 flights of stairs wearing my full bunker gear. 46 of those flights were with me wearing my mask and breathing oxygen from the bottle on my back. I did this on September 11th in honor of the men and women fire fighters of FDNY that climbed the 110 flights of the Twin Towers in an effort to rescue those in the building. I was not facing fire, I was not facing scared and injured people rushing past me to exit the building, I was not facing a race against time. I was simply walking up steps, one at a time, and I almost quit. I experienced a mental fear that came from being in a small stairwell with my fellow fire fighters, few exit opportunities, and a mask on my face that made me very aware of my own breathing. It was in that moment, for me, that what happened on that day 7 years prior hit me like a brick. The fear, the panic, the bravery, the courage, the loss, all of it. Before the climb started I was handed a picture of an FDNY fire fighter who died on September 11th. I was asked to carry it as I climbed, I was asked to make the climb in his honor. I finished the 110 flights, and when I got to the top I hung my head in silence for Battalion Chief Edward F. Geraghty and the other 342 fire fighters that died that day. To think about what they faced, to think about the chaos that was going on around them, and they climbed on. I hung my head in silence for the men and women who saw the same things that day, who were not Emergency Personnel, and dug down deep inside themselves to perform some of the most courageous acts, the most selfless endeavors to help, and even save the lives of people around them.
My reflection on September 11th has changed over the years. It went from a generalized sorrow over the loss of life to a deep appreciation for the human spirit. How we think back on 9/11 is different for each of us but I hope we all think back none the less. Today, September 11, 2014, 13 years later I will take a moment to think about those who are alive today holding on to memories of someone they lost on 9/11/01. I will think about those who gave their lives so that others could live. I will think about the 2,977 men and women who did not wake up to see September 12th:
343 FDNY Fire Fighters
23 New York City Police Officers
37 Port Authority Police Officers
8 Private EMTs and Paramedics
2,195 New Yorkers
87 Passengers of American Flight 11
60 Passengers of United Flight 175
125 Pentagon workers
59 Passengers of American Flight 77
40 Passengers of United Flight 93
May you never be forgotten.