Today I am writing this from a Burger King, not because I like the food but because they have wifi and I can also charge my phone. Yes, sweet Irene has taken out a few trees and powerlines. I am fortunate to have friends who have offered me a shower, a place to plug in my blow dryer and even a bed. We are not supposed to have power for several days and I don’t exactly live out in the sticks. Even though I am somewhat uprooted and a little displaced, I still managed to get a workout in. It was truly functional training although it was more the functional part and less the training. I hauled at least a hundred armfuls of large branches from our yard to the curb. As I bent over, I lunged and grabbed and dead lifted limbs of all shapes and sizes, including my own. Ahh, feel the burn. Then I explosively pitched the bundles over the stone wall I precariously perched on (my balance component) toward the curb. I went inside and finished it off with 25 burpees, just to reassure myself that I truly could justify this as my workout for the day. How often I have chattered in this blog about making the best out of situations we can’t control. It seems to be a pattern for me this summer. Perhaps it is a true test of strength. Maybe it’s just a bump in the road. I may be without power, but I am not powerless.