I paused between star jumps, that might possibly have not been totally blamed on my mental state but also my physical one, and thought about how surreal life can be at times. I looked at those in the circle with me, all at their various stages of physical tiredness, and I had to decide what to do in that moment.
Rumor of wars.
What do I do with all of this?
It has to be said that what I wanted to do was find a corner, roll into a fetal position, and cry for all the pain in the world which breaks the hearts of so many I know and don't know.
But thankful to those around me at the moment, I pushed on and did another star jump, being sure to breathe deeply and surely. And I pushed on with the rest of the workout knowing that sometimes this is life.