Day 13
I LOVE my roommates. They make me laugh so hard that sometimes I hurt. Last night we went to the school across the street to "run" and instead ended up playing badminton was throwing the ball for Daisy on the tennis courts. We were out there for a good hour just laughing and having fun. Then we walked back, made a cake and watched YouTube videos until midnight. At one point, I had tears streaming down my face and I couldn't breathe. It was probably the most silliness I have had in a long time. OMG...I have to share this:
http://youtu.be/orH3FdRIs8o
I think I died laughing to just this part. While you need the entire storyline to really understand...I still LOVED this part. OMG so freaking hilarious!
That's it, that is all I had to share
Day 14
WOD: 5 rounds 10 14# med ball cleans, 7 HSPU, 7 65# hang snatches. I was so excited for med ball cleans because I haven't done them in ages and I really like them that I went crazy on the first round and ended up dropping down so quickly with the weight that I threw my knee out again. I slowed it down for the next couple of rounds but I was dying when I hit the fourth. I really should have made it through the 5th round and I was really upset that I didn't but my knee was killing me and the idea of squatting was making me want to cry. Add in that I was so incredibly ungraceful getting off of the box during the HSPU...literally I was just sliding off of it...and I was just ready to go home. I am pretty happy with my snatches; it really helped having Everett standing there telling me to explode with them. Damn they are killers on your arms! My arms are very sore!
Thursday, May 30, 2013
Tuesday, May 28, 2013
Day 12
As I write this post, Lee Brice's song, 'Love like Crazy' is playing. I love this line: "Just ask him how he made it, he'll tell you faith and sweat, and the heart of a faithful woman who never let him forget....be a best friend, tell the truth and overuse I Love You. Go to work, do your best, don't outsmart your common sense. Never let your praying knees get lazy and love like crazy. Always treat your woman like a lady, never get to old to call her baby. Never let your praying knees get lazy and love like crazy"
So my day (yesterday) started with an early morning phone call that I have yet to tell anyone about. The call came in at 4am, and because I was dead asleep, I answered it. "Will you accept a call from the King County Jail System from 'Meow'?" is what the auto-attendant asked me. I was immediately awake and probably spent a good minute debating on whether I should accept it or not. I worried that it was someone important, a friend or family member that needed my help...the 'meow' SHOULD have given it away but I skipped right over that part. So, being me I accepted the call that would change my day....maybe my life? Meh, doubtful. Yes. It was He who shall not be named. He was in jail and needed my help. I SHOULD have hung up on him; stated that he was on his own and wished him the best of luck but I couldn't. He didn't need money or anything like that, he just needed someone to pick him up and take him to his parents. Having had to deal with this for most of the 3-4 years that we were together, I really shouldn't have helped him out. I really should have walked away and let his friends deal with him. But I couldn't....So after his brother (who lives in New York) posted his bail, I drove to Seattle and picked him up. He looked awful. His eyes were red, puffy and almost swollen shut. The fumes coming off of his body was making me lightheaded in the car and he looked so sad. The car ride back to Kirkland was interesting to say the least...
You see, he said some things on that drive that really made me stop and think. He apologized for everything and walked me through what was going on in his brain when we were together. He basically told me that while our relationship was horribly destructive, it was something that had changed his life and he thinks about often. He made me feel better about everything and gave me a lot of encouragement with my goals and plans. After I finally got him home, I went to my favorite place to think and breathe. I sat with Daisy at the park and just stared at the water. I watched the birds above as they struggled to fly into the wind. I focused on the darkening clouds and the imminent storm that they represented. I felt like a weight had been lifted off of my shoulders. I finally got the closure that I needed to be at peace.
Now I am trying to allow that peace to permeate everything else going on. I feel like I have so much on my plate and most of it is stuff that I keep heaping on it. I am so focused on the knowing instead of just living and experiencing. I MUST know what is going on, I must have answers and I really need them right now. Because of that, I tend to over-analyze everything to death (my death most likely as I saw some murderous gleams in the eyes of my friends =/ ) I don't know how to let go and just live. I keep wondering did I ruin everything? Did I ruin nothing? Are we friends? More than friends? Are my friends right? Are they wrong? What about fixing the friend zone? What is going on?! The list is endless and circular. No one knows the answers to these questions except for maybe him and I am too scared to just ask.
It all boils back down to patience. It is a virtue that I lack and am struggling with. The old adage that all things will be revealed in time is just annoying but true. You are only as strong as the struggles have made you on this journey and if you go after the shortcuts, you will fail in the long run. Isn't the whole point of life to experience it, live it and work your way through it?
Of course as I end this, 'All your life' by The Band Perry is playing...I am definitely asking this to the next guy I date "Would you walk to the edge of the ocean just to fill my jar with sand? Just in case I get the notion to let it run through my hand? ... Would you catch a couple thousand fireflies, put them in a lamp to light my world? All dressed up in tux and bow tie, hand delivered to a lonely girl."
As I write this post, Lee Brice's song, 'Love like Crazy' is playing. I love this line: "Just ask him how he made it, he'll tell you faith and sweat, and the heart of a faithful woman who never let him forget....be a best friend, tell the truth and overuse I Love You. Go to work, do your best, don't outsmart your common sense. Never let your praying knees get lazy and love like crazy. Always treat your woman like a lady, never get to old to call her baby. Never let your praying knees get lazy and love like crazy"
So my day (yesterday) started with an early morning phone call that I have yet to tell anyone about. The call came in at 4am, and because I was dead asleep, I answered it. "Will you accept a call from the King County Jail System from 'Meow'?" is what the auto-attendant asked me. I was immediately awake and probably spent a good minute debating on whether I should accept it or not. I worried that it was someone important, a friend or family member that needed my help...the 'meow' SHOULD have given it away but I skipped right over that part. So, being me I accepted the call that would change my day....maybe my life? Meh, doubtful. Yes. It was He who shall not be named. He was in jail and needed my help. I SHOULD have hung up on him; stated that he was on his own and wished him the best of luck but I couldn't. He didn't need money or anything like that, he just needed someone to pick him up and take him to his parents. Having had to deal with this for most of the 3-4 years that we were together, I really shouldn't have helped him out. I really should have walked away and let his friends deal with him. But I couldn't....So after his brother (who lives in New York) posted his bail, I drove to Seattle and picked him up. He looked awful. His eyes were red, puffy and almost swollen shut. The fumes coming off of his body was making me lightheaded in the car and he looked so sad. The car ride back to Kirkland was interesting to say the least...
You see, he said some things on that drive that really made me stop and think. He apologized for everything and walked me through what was going on in his brain when we were together. He basically told me that while our relationship was horribly destructive, it was something that had changed his life and he thinks about often. He made me feel better about everything and gave me a lot of encouragement with my goals and plans. After I finally got him home, I went to my favorite place to think and breathe. I sat with Daisy at the park and just stared at the water. I watched the birds above as they struggled to fly into the wind. I focused on the darkening clouds and the imminent storm that they represented. I felt like a weight had been lifted off of my shoulders. I finally got the closure that I needed to be at peace.
Now I am trying to allow that peace to permeate everything else going on. I feel like I have so much on my plate and most of it is stuff that I keep heaping on it. I am so focused on the knowing instead of just living and experiencing. I MUST know what is going on, I must have answers and I really need them right now. Because of that, I tend to over-analyze everything to death (my death most likely as I saw some murderous gleams in the eyes of my friends =/ ) I don't know how to let go and just live. I keep wondering did I ruin everything? Did I ruin nothing? Are we friends? More than friends? Are my friends right? Are they wrong? What about fixing the friend zone? What is going on?! The list is endless and circular. No one knows the answers to these questions except for maybe him and I am too scared to just ask.
It all boils back down to patience. It is a virtue that I lack and am struggling with. The old adage that all things will be revealed in time is just annoying but true. You are only as strong as the struggles have made you on this journey and if you go after the shortcuts, you will fail in the long run. Isn't the whole point of life to experience it, live it and work your way through it?
Of course as I end this, 'All your life' by The Band Perry is playing...I am definitely asking this to the next guy I date "Would you walk to the edge of the ocean just to fill my jar with sand? Just in case I get the notion to let it run through my hand? ... Would you catch a couple thousand fireflies, put them in a lamp to light my world? All dressed up in tux and bow tie, hand delivered to a lonely girl."
Monday, May 27, 2013
Day 11
Let me start by saying Thank you to all of the service men and women who have fought for our country. You are greatly appreciated, loved, and respected. I watched one of my favorite people, someone super important to my family, graduate on Saturday morning as a 2nd Lieutenant in the Army. He will be leaving in a week for active duty and it makes me realize how quickly time flies and life moves forward, whether you want it to or not. I am in awe of the men that he and my brother have grown in to. Not ashamed that I cried during the ceremony. Even more special was that my grandfather was the NCO who gave him his first salute. Wow. Such a beautiful tradition. After the ceremony I got to spend time with my favorite kid and was just in awe (again) in how much he has grown in all facets of his life. He is truly a sweet guy and will forever hold a special place in my heart. Both of them will.
Ok...Superbed. Yes! It is super and it is a bed. Since one of my roommates moved out and took her furniture, we do not have anything in our living room. So on Saturday night, Chelsea and I moved our mattresses out into the living room and created a superbed! We then had a party, small but fun, and watched movies all night long while drinking and laughing. Neither of us can take credit for the amazingness that was this idea; no the credit and applause has to go to her brother. Who, by the way, can cook a delicious burger and OMG his guac is probably the best I have ever had (no joke...the heat from the cayenne was perfect). Not ashamed that I ate some with my breakfast this morning. Anyways....Superbed was a phenomenal idea! There were times that I was laughing into my pillow so hard that my sides were hurting. You know that laughter, the silent, body shaking, uncontrollable laughter that makes you gasp for breath. It was such a great night. Not going to lie, it amazes me that I could know and spend vast amounts of time with such neat and great people. Their kindness and compassion makes me strive to be a better person.
Well, superbed lasted into the midafternoon on Sunday and then continued again that night (that was when we had the burgers and guac) however it did not end how I had hoped. I had thought that there would be laughter and fun similar, or better, to the night before. Instead there was angst, crankiness, snapping and tears. Yes, there were tears. However, I can take the blame for that; I was overly tired and I don't take well to being snapped at. I own that but I am still sad that the party ended how it did. There was a weird vibe here last night that I cannot explain. Spencer, Chelsea's boyfriend, did a pretty good job trying but I am still left confused. Somehow I did or said something that set off one of our guests and he left. Drunken me did try to say something to him, fix it if possible, but I am fairly certain that it made it more awkward. This is the time where I runaway from it. Hide from the awkwardness and wait for it to either dissipate or until I move on. It is cowardly, I know.
So today's lesson is Growth. Growth in all areas of life, both physically and emotionally. That means no hiding and burying my head in the sand. That means I actually have to deal with my own angst and fear, for lack of a better word, instead of running from it. That is true for this journey I am on of self discovery (and running a 5k); I need to step up and really take this more seriously. Yesterday afternoon, I met up with a good friend and he worked with me on some tips for running. A lot of them I had learned through CrossFit but he showed me some techniques to help prevent unnecessary strain on my joints and limbs. We went for a small but rewarding hike with Daisy and solved the world's problems. Well at least my world's problems haha I know that I still have a long way to go before I am ready for the 5k but everyday I am feeling more confident and learning new things. One thing I need to learn is patience. Not my strong suit -_-
Let me start by saying Thank you to all of the service men and women who have fought for our country. You are greatly appreciated, loved, and respected. I watched one of my favorite people, someone super important to my family, graduate on Saturday morning as a 2nd Lieutenant in the Army. He will be leaving in a week for active duty and it makes me realize how quickly time flies and life moves forward, whether you want it to or not. I am in awe of the men that he and my brother have grown in to. Not ashamed that I cried during the ceremony. Even more special was that my grandfather was the NCO who gave him his first salute. Wow. Such a beautiful tradition. After the ceremony I got to spend time with my favorite kid and was just in awe (again) in how much he has grown in all facets of his life. He is truly a sweet guy and will forever hold a special place in my heart. Both of them will.
Ok...Superbed. Yes! It is super and it is a bed. Since one of my roommates moved out and took her furniture, we do not have anything in our living room. So on Saturday night, Chelsea and I moved our mattresses out into the living room and created a superbed! We then had a party, small but fun, and watched movies all night long while drinking and laughing. Neither of us can take credit for the amazingness that was this idea; no the credit and applause has to go to her brother. Who, by the way, can cook a delicious burger and OMG his guac is probably the best I have ever had (no joke...the heat from the cayenne was perfect). Not ashamed that I ate some with my breakfast this morning. Anyways....Superbed was a phenomenal idea! There were times that I was laughing into my pillow so hard that my sides were hurting. You know that laughter, the silent, body shaking, uncontrollable laughter that makes you gasp for breath. It was such a great night. Not going to lie, it amazes me that I could know and spend vast amounts of time with such neat and great people. Their kindness and compassion makes me strive to be a better person.
Well, superbed lasted into the midafternoon on Sunday and then continued again that night (that was when we had the burgers and guac) however it did not end how I had hoped. I had thought that there would be laughter and fun similar, or better, to the night before. Instead there was angst, crankiness, snapping and tears. Yes, there were tears. However, I can take the blame for that; I was overly tired and I don't take well to being snapped at. I own that but I am still sad that the party ended how it did. There was a weird vibe here last night that I cannot explain. Spencer, Chelsea's boyfriend, did a pretty good job trying but I am still left confused. Somehow I did or said something that set off one of our guests and he left. Drunken me did try to say something to him, fix it if possible, but I am fairly certain that it made it more awkward. This is the time where I runaway from it. Hide from the awkwardness and wait for it to either dissipate or until I move on. It is cowardly, I know.
So today's lesson is Growth. Growth in all areas of life, both physically and emotionally. That means no hiding and burying my head in the sand. That means I actually have to deal with my own angst and fear, for lack of a better word, instead of running from it. That is true for this journey I am on of self discovery (and running a 5k); I need to step up and really take this more seriously. Yesterday afternoon, I met up with a good friend and he worked with me on some tips for running. A lot of them I had learned through CrossFit but he showed me some techniques to help prevent unnecessary strain on my joints and limbs. We went for a small but rewarding hike with Daisy and solved the world's problems. Well at least my world's problems haha I know that I still have a long way to go before I am ready for the 5k but everyday I am feeling more confident and learning new things. One thing I need to learn is patience. Not my strong suit -_-
Thursday, May 23, 2013
Day 6
Running. Is. Evil! There, I said it! Actually, I am secretly envious of those who can run. I do not have the ability to do so without hurting myself. Thankfully, my brother's phenomenal girlfriend is going to train with me on Sunday's and I have some pretty fantastic friends working with me on Tuesdays and Thursdays.
That being said, Tuesday night's running experience was pretty rough. I tried to jog 400m....that so did not happen. I am really going to have to start all over on this and take it slow. I am not a very patient person so this is really going to frustrate me many times before I am where I want to be.
Day 7 (Yes I am mashing these into two posts!)
Nothing exciting today except that I am convinced Comcast technicians do not know what they are doing 90% of the time. After 4 hours at my house trying to figure out the wireless router and the modem, the technician literally threw his hands in the air and left...then I fiddled with it and figured it out myself. After that I had to go back to work and meet with my boss and figure out a game plan for the service department (it is basically in shambles) and explain to him that everyone is new; he cannot expect perfection! He conceded and then apologized for being so cranky lately. I am very lucky to work for this man and this company. While he can be very difficult at times, he is incredibly generous, kind, and smart. I actually love coming into work everyday...except when I am sick. Which is what happened when I got home. I ended up with a fever and the chills and passed out in bed. No CrossFit for me but I will be there on Friday!
So far, this journey has been a roller coaster ride. I fluctuate between complete strictness and utter abandon pretty regularly and I continue to jump from frustration to joy with little in between. I love that I have a great network of people that I can turn to for support and questions however I just wish I could snap my fingers and have it all in proper order with my nutrition and health. I am just so impatient with all of this however I know that I am supposed to go through this to be a stronger, healthier person that doesn't take life for granted....Pfft. Where is the magic genie and the three wishes?!
Running. Is. Evil! There, I said it! Actually, I am secretly envious of those who can run. I do not have the ability to do so without hurting myself. Thankfully, my brother's phenomenal girlfriend is going to train with me on Sunday's and I have some pretty fantastic friends working with me on Tuesdays and Thursdays.
That being said, Tuesday night's running experience was pretty rough. I tried to jog 400m....that so did not happen. I am really going to have to start all over on this and take it slow. I am not a very patient person so this is really going to frustrate me many times before I am where I want to be.
Day 7 (Yes I am mashing these into two posts!)
Nothing exciting today except that I am convinced Comcast technicians do not know what they are doing 90% of the time. After 4 hours at my house trying to figure out the wireless router and the modem, the technician literally threw his hands in the air and left...then I fiddled with it and figured it out myself. After that I had to go back to work and meet with my boss and figure out a game plan for the service department (it is basically in shambles) and explain to him that everyone is new; he cannot expect perfection! He conceded and then apologized for being so cranky lately. I am very lucky to work for this man and this company. While he can be very difficult at times, he is incredibly generous, kind, and smart. I actually love coming into work everyday...except when I am sick. Which is what happened when I got home. I ended up with a fever and the chills and passed out in bed. No CrossFit for me but I will be there on Friday!
So far, this journey has been a roller coaster ride. I fluctuate between complete strictness and utter abandon pretty regularly and I continue to jump from frustration to joy with little in between. I love that I have a great network of people that I can turn to for support and questions however I just wish I could snap my fingers and have it all in proper order with my nutrition and health. I am just so impatient with all of this however I know that I am supposed to go through this to be a stronger, healthier person that doesn't take life for granted....Pfft. Where is the magic genie and the three wishes?!
Tuesday, May 21, 2013
Day 5 (Or 1)
Today's lesson...Drama. There is no place for it. Seriously. There is no need to create it if you do not know the intentions behind another person's interactions. It is frustrating to see grown adults stirring the pot and becoming defensive over something that doesn't concern them without knowing ANYTHING at all about it. There are TWO sides to every story and neither side is 100% right nor 100% wrong. Both sides are responsible and both sides need to work it out and move on without involving every single person into it. That being said...I am the worst at keeping people out of it so I apologize and am trying to change that (change comes with time, quit expecting perfection!) The five minutes of drama, however, could not destroy the good mood I was in from my fabulous weekend, and my amazing Monday!
Monday was a great day. The workout was so incredibly daunting when I was thinking about it but when I sat down to start my 100 situps, I just focused on getting through it and pushing myself until I was done. I was pretty happy with 40 unbroken situps and then doing sets of 10 with minimal breaks. After the 100 situps, we did 4 rounds for time of 6 Thrusters and 10 Pullups. I dropped the weight from RX at 95# to 55# to take it easy. It wasn't bad. The weight seemed good and there wasn't a problem with my knee which was a plus. I really have to thank Tim and Denise for encouraging me with the weighted BackSquats prior to the WOD. Both were helping to watch my form and make sure that I am pushing my knees out over my toes instead of inwards. Overall, I felt really good! Tired, but good. I am still leery over running and I tend to shy away from activities that will cause me pain. Soreness isn't bad but actual pain is and I do not want to cause any further damage. Rowing at CF has been really good and I will be starting my light jogging/fast walking this week with my roommates to help get us ready for the 5k
Which, by the way, I am still super excited about! I do not care that other people cannot have my level of enthusiasm and excitement over this, nothing can diminish it! The hope bashers and dream killers need to calm down and let me be excited!
Alright, that is all.
Today's lesson...Drama. There is no place for it. Seriously. There is no need to create it if you do not know the intentions behind another person's interactions. It is frustrating to see grown adults stirring the pot and becoming defensive over something that doesn't concern them without knowing ANYTHING at all about it. There are TWO sides to every story and neither side is 100% right nor 100% wrong. Both sides are responsible and both sides need to work it out and move on without involving every single person into it. That being said...I am the worst at keeping people out of it so I apologize and am trying to change that (change comes with time, quit expecting perfection!) The five minutes of drama, however, could not destroy the good mood I was in from my fabulous weekend, and my amazing Monday!
Monday was a great day. The workout was so incredibly daunting when I was thinking about it but when I sat down to start my 100 situps, I just focused on getting through it and pushing myself until I was done. I was pretty happy with 40 unbroken situps and then doing sets of 10 with minimal breaks. After the 100 situps, we did 4 rounds for time of 6 Thrusters and 10 Pullups. I dropped the weight from RX at 95# to 55# to take it easy. It wasn't bad. The weight seemed good and there wasn't a problem with my knee which was a plus. I really have to thank Tim and Denise for encouraging me with the weighted BackSquats prior to the WOD. Both were helping to watch my form and make sure that I am pushing my knees out over my toes instead of inwards. Overall, I felt really good! Tired, but good. I am still leery over running and I tend to shy away from activities that will cause me pain. Soreness isn't bad but actual pain is and I do not want to cause any further damage. Rowing at CF has been really good and I will be starting my light jogging/fast walking this week with my roommates to help get us ready for the 5k
Which, by the way, I am still super excited about! I do not care that other people cannot have my level of enthusiasm and excitement over this, nothing can diminish it! The hope bashers and dream killers need to calm down and let me be excited!
Alright, that is all.
Monday, May 20, 2013
Days 2, 3 and 4
Fail. Webster defines it as an "omission of occurrence or performance; specifically : a failing to perform a duty or expected action" Technically I failed this weekend. Literally, I was only successful 50% of the time on this nutritional challenge and 75% of the time in my goal for CrossFit. So what went wrong? Nothing! Absolutely nothing went wrong! I had fun! Ok missing CrossFit on Friday was because I didn't actually eat enough food and I ended up really tired and falling asleep but the nutritional aspect was kind of worth it. Yes, I have to restart again today but honestly? Not too upset by that. I am happy that I didn't go crazy and just eat whatever I wanted, though I did NOT eat enough on Saturday at all and suffered for it. My weekend was truly amazing. I had an absolute blast seeing a terrific band on Friday night with some friends and a guy I like and then relaxed most of my Saturday, sleeping off the massive amounts of Tequila I consumed (Bad, I know!), and Sunday was probably one of the best days I have had in a long time!
Ok...Just to clarify, Sunday was not the best day because a roommate moved out. (Though it did remove some intense built up tension in the home); Sunday was absolutely phenomenal because of my friends, the love of my life on four legs, and my family. The sun came out and was perfect while we were at the beach with Daisy. Daisy was an absolute doll; playing with other dogs, getting braver with the water...etc and then family dinner that night was just a reminder as to how lucky I am. My brother, with his gruff, just do it attitude, got me back on track with some realities on this 5k run. We talked about different strategies with this entire training plan and how I can get into shape without destroying my knees and my ankles. We went over the importance of nutrition (again...I tend to forget when its convenient) and what results I can expect to see when I stick to it. Driving home, I couldn't stop smiling. How lucky am I to have a family that isn't afraid to call me out on my BS, hold me accountable for my actions and then beat me back into submission? Kidding! But seriously, it amazes me the amount of support and love that I get from them. It doesn't matter that we fight and argue and completely disagree with the decisions that we are making (ok, mostly mine...like when I run off to Rhode Island or move to Texas) but we continue to be there for each other.
No. This weekend was NOT a failure but just a small detour on my plan. This weekend was the perfect weekend and I do not have a regret....except for sleeping through Girl's Night :(
So I guess this means that this is now Day 1 again...?
Fail. Webster defines it as an "omission of occurrence or performance; specifically : a failing to perform a duty or expected action" Technically I failed this weekend. Literally, I was only successful 50% of the time on this nutritional challenge and 75% of the time in my goal for CrossFit. So what went wrong? Nothing! Absolutely nothing went wrong! I had fun! Ok missing CrossFit on Friday was because I didn't actually eat enough food and I ended up really tired and falling asleep but the nutritional aspect was kind of worth it. Yes, I have to restart again today but honestly? Not too upset by that. I am happy that I didn't go crazy and just eat whatever I wanted, though I did NOT eat enough on Saturday at all and suffered for it. My weekend was truly amazing. I had an absolute blast seeing a terrific band on Friday night with some friends and a guy I like and then relaxed most of my Saturday, sleeping off the massive amounts of Tequila I consumed (Bad, I know!), and Sunday was probably one of the best days I have had in a long time!
Ok...Just to clarify, Sunday was not the best day because a roommate moved out. (Though it did remove some intense built up tension in the home); Sunday was absolutely phenomenal because of my friends, the love of my life on four legs, and my family. The sun came out and was perfect while we were at the beach with Daisy. Daisy was an absolute doll; playing with other dogs, getting braver with the water...etc and then family dinner that night was just a reminder as to how lucky I am. My brother, with his gruff, just do it attitude, got me back on track with some realities on this 5k run. We talked about different strategies with this entire training plan and how I can get into shape without destroying my knees and my ankles. We went over the importance of nutrition (again...I tend to forget when its convenient) and what results I can expect to see when I stick to it. Driving home, I couldn't stop smiling. How lucky am I to have a family that isn't afraid to call me out on my BS, hold me accountable for my actions and then beat me back into submission? Kidding! But seriously, it amazes me the amount of support and love that I get from them. It doesn't matter that we fight and argue and completely disagree with the decisions that we are making (ok, mostly mine...like when I run off to Rhode Island or move to Texas) but we continue to be there for each other.
No. This weekend was NOT a failure but just a small detour on my plan. This weekend was the perfect weekend and I do not have a regret....except for sleeping through Girl's Night :(
So I guess this means that this is now Day 1 again...?
Thursday, May 16, 2013
Day 1
Sweet Potatoes.... I can tell you right now that I am going to be sick of them long before this 10 day challenge is over. I could barely finish the 150g that I was supposed to eat this morning! I cannot imagine 9 more days -_- I will have to figure out a good alternative so that I don't go completely crazy. My eggs were also not that exciting but that was my own fault so I will have to jazz them up tomorrow. I felt like a bunny rabbit eating my lunch (I was literally eating the spinach and peppers one piece at a time haha) and I could not finish my almonds but I haven't strayed from the plan!!
Today is the start of this 10 day challenge that my brother set me up on. Last night I was so excited for the run, the work it will take to get there and the new changes coming down the pike. Well...that excitement has diminished. I have come to the conclusion that there are fun suckers out there, just waiting to pounce on enthusiasm and happiness. If my legs were working properly, I would kick them in the shins. I am trying to not let their negativity get me down...its not working. Grrrrr!
Speaking of crankiness....eating like this is making me so irritable! I am not craving anything or lusting after any food items but I am so crabby! I woke up in a great and terrific mood and that has since plummeted into a dark and snappy place. It is slowly working its way back up to happy but not as fast as I would like. So I apologize to those I have snapped at today (and future days)..Except YOU! Yes you! You know who You are!
Anyways...back to my original thought. Day 1 and I am really feeling like this could work. As it stands, I will be working out about 5-6 days a week. Three at CrossFit and 3 more training at the track, getting ready for this run. It is actually making me want to sign up for more runs after this! Hell Run anyone?! My biggest struggle is planning; I have to plan all of my meals and snacks ahead of time or else I will miss one day and then three days and then it has been a year and I don't remember what I was supposed to be doing. I have to say, though, that I have the best family and friends with me on this. The encouragement (and subtle threats) from them really pushes me to continue.
I have to really thank D, especially for last night. I did NOT want to go to CF and honestly felt like I could not walk. However, knowing that she was going to be there, waiting for me (as were a few other amazing people), I got my ass in gear and went in. WOW! I felt sooooo much better after the first set of squats in the warm up! Logically I knew that would be the case once I got moving, but I shy away from pain and did not want to put myself through it. The pain was worth it. Absolutely worth it. The WOD was a really good one and T was super awesome in letting me scale it. I only felt some pain when doing the single unders and towards the end of rowing. Other than that, I really pushed myself and am very proud that I went. In case you were wondering, the WOD was: 3 Rounds for time 42 DU (I did 50 SU) 21 KB Swings, 12 Knees to elbows and a 200 m run (row for me).
Oh yes, this is going to be a splendid journey!
Sweet Potatoes.... I can tell you right now that I am going to be sick of them long before this 10 day challenge is over. I could barely finish the 150g that I was supposed to eat this morning! I cannot imagine 9 more days -_- I will have to figure out a good alternative so that I don't go completely crazy. My eggs were also not that exciting but that was my own fault so I will have to jazz them up tomorrow. I felt like a bunny rabbit eating my lunch (I was literally eating the spinach and peppers one piece at a time haha) and I could not finish my almonds but I haven't strayed from the plan!!
Today is the start of this 10 day challenge that my brother set me up on. Last night I was so excited for the run, the work it will take to get there and the new changes coming down the pike. Well...that excitement has diminished. I have come to the conclusion that there are fun suckers out there, just waiting to pounce on enthusiasm and happiness. If my legs were working properly, I would kick them in the shins. I am trying to not let their negativity get me down...its not working. Grrrrr!
Speaking of crankiness....eating like this is making me so irritable! I am not craving anything or lusting after any food items but I am so crabby! I woke up in a great and terrific mood and that has since plummeted into a dark and snappy place. It is slowly working its way back up to happy but not as fast as I would like. So I apologize to those I have snapped at today (and future days)..Except YOU! Yes you! You know who You are!
Anyways...back to my original thought. Day 1 and I am really feeling like this could work. As it stands, I will be working out about 5-6 days a week. Three at CrossFit and 3 more training at the track, getting ready for this run. It is actually making me want to sign up for more runs after this! Hell Run anyone?! My biggest struggle is planning; I have to plan all of my meals and snacks ahead of time or else I will miss one day and then three days and then it has been a year and I don't remember what I was supposed to be doing. I have to say, though, that I have the best family and friends with me on this. The encouragement (and subtle threats) from them really pushes me to continue.
I have to really thank D, especially for last night. I did NOT want to go to CF and honestly felt like I could not walk. However, knowing that she was going to be there, waiting for me (as were a few other amazing people), I got my ass in gear and went in. WOW! I felt sooooo much better after the first set of squats in the warm up! Logically I knew that would be the case once I got moving, but I shy away from pain and did not want to put myself through it. The pain was worth it. Absolutely worth it. The WOD was a really good one and T was super awesome in letting me scale it. I only felt some pain when doing the single unders and towards the end of rowing. Other than that, I really pushed myself and am very proud that I went. In case you were wondering, the WOD was: 3 Rounds for time 42 DU (I did 50 SU) 21 KB Swings, 12 Knees to elbows and a 200 m run (row for me).
Oh yes, this is going to be a splendid journey!
Wednesday, May 15, 2013
Day 0.5
I have decided that today does not count. In 2.5 months I will be running (yes running and probably tripping) my first 5k with one of my besties and hopefully some other friends as well. The run is going to be at night which is a bit daunting as my eyesight is TERRIBLE in the dark but that's why I have contacts and will be wearing a tutu made of glow sticks. Anyways...back to how today doesn't count. My brother created (or stole) a food plan that I have to follow for the next 10 days. Well, thanks to my horrible roommate who didn't pay our internet bill, I didn't get it in time to make the STRICT breakfast that I am required to have each and every day. Ok yes, I know that is an excuse but still true. So I decided to enjoy my day, stress free and am prepared for tomorrow. What I was not prepared for was the overwhelming soreness from the WOD on Monday. (WOD=Workout of the Day) We did a tabata, which I LOVE, but after being gone for 3 months, I was not prepared to do that many squats or sit ups. Oh well, I am embracing the soreness (that's not true, I am cursing it and wishing I didn't have to get up off of things like my chair, bed, or even the toilet) Q, my ever supportive friend, told me to HTFU (Harden The Fuck Up) and walk it off. IT HURTS TO WALK! Every time my muscles contract or move at all, I want to cry just a little.
Ok, I am done with my bitching. I do know that once I get in today, do some squats and row a bit, I will be a happier camper. Whoever said that there is no easy way sure wasn't lying! On the plus side though, I managed to get a 3 rpm of 85# on my strict press. I went for a 1 rpm on 95# but only managed one arm. I just have to remind myself to take one day at a time....Just keep swimming...just keep swimming...
I have decided that today does not count. In 2.5 months I will be running (yes running and probably tripping) my first 5k with one of my besties and hopefully some other friends as well. The run is going to be at night which is a bit daunting as my eyesight is TERRIBLE in the dark but that's why I have contacts and will be wearing a tutu made of glow sticks. Anyways...back to how today doesn't count. My brother created (or stole) a food plan that I have to follow for the next 10 days. Well, thanks to my horrible roommate who didn't pay our internet bill, I didn't get it in time to make the STRICT breakfast that I am required to have each and every day. Ok yes, I know that is an excuse but still true. So I decided to enjoy my day, stress free and am prepared for tomorrow. What I was not prepared for was the overwhelming soreness from the WOD on Monday. (WOD=Workout of the Day) We did a tabata, which I LOVE, but after being gone for 3 months, I was not prepared to do that many squats or sit ups. Oh well, I am embracing the soreness (that's not true, I am cursing it and wishing I didn't have to get up off of things like my chair, bed, or even the toilet) Q, my ever supportive friend, told me to HTFU (Harden The Fuck Up) and walk it off. IT HURTS TO WALK! Every time my muscles contract or move at all, I want to cry just a little.
Ok, I am done with my bitching. I do know that once I get in today, do some squats and row a bit, I will be a happier camper. Whoever said that there is no easy way sure wasn't lying! On the plus side though, I managed to get a 3 rpm of 85# on my strict press. I went for a 1 rpm on 95# but only managed one arm. I just have to remind myself to take one day at a time....Just keep swimming...just keep swimming...
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