65 Days left...and I am tired!

Monday's WOD was a great one! I actually love Kettlebell swings (though I swear I am going to lose my grip one day and it is going to go flying out and hit someone in the head) and while I should have pushed myself to do 35# instead of 25#, I was nervous about the 100 reps that we had to do (oh yeah, I definitely should have done Rx!) I always do that to myself; get so nervous about the amount of reps that I have to do so I drop the weight out of fear of pain and then I end up wishing I had done more. After the 100 kb swings it was an 800m row (run for the normal, more coordinated folks) and then 50 pushups and 50 pullups. There was an 18 minute time cap so I managed to get through the kbs, row, pushups and 24 of the pullups. I was pretty happy! I did lose count on the KB swings at one point so I threw in an extra 10 just to be sure but I felt great afterwards. Honestly, I am really amp'ing myself up to get excited to go in during the week. I try to be super pumped and ready however I am finding that I dread it. Don't get me wrong, I love to lift heavy shit and I do not mind the WODS at all...except Karen. That Bitch is just mean...I mean, come on! 150 wall balls? Really?!
I dread it because I am HORRIBLY shy and withdrawn when I am there. I love the people there and all of them are great but I have a hard time talking to them so I end up just sneaking out the front which perpetuates the cycle. It helps when Denise is there or I workout with someone else I know fairly well and can meld easily into their circle but when I am left adrift in a sea of unfamiliar (or familiar but standoffish faces) then I want to run away. Unfortunately, I see the bonds that my family has with their own crossfit gym. Friendships that are close and fun between huge, vastly different groups of people all there with the same goal in mind. So what is it that makes my situation so much different than, say, my brother's or my mom's? I am truly envious of the people who can walk in, talk to anyone, and make friends so incredibly easily. I know a lot of it is me but I am not really sure what to do to fix that. A few people have told me to find another gym but I don't think that is the answer...the shyness will just follow me. Ha, Q told me to just get over it...if only it were that easy. All I can do is just keep going, try to smile more (except when lifting and then who knows what my face is, I am trying to concentrate on not hurting myself in some way!) and maybe one day break out of my shell...maybe...

Now Tuesday was fun! I love playing games and hanging out with my roommates. We are making it a weekly thing where we go and play some badmitton on the tennis courts with Daisy and then walk over to the track to run/jog/walk to prepare us for the 5k (in 65 days...yikes!) I don't think I could have found a better group to be friends with. We are almost always laughing and planning some crazy event or other. We really mesh well and can usually work through our differences and issues. Usually ;)
Well this particular Tuesday was awesome because I now have a bright yellow/green soccer ball that the guys were playing with on the football field. Daisy was in Heaven!! She was chasing it, them and every thing that moved. My wild, crazy, and never tired Border Collie slept through the night without her normal wake up call at 5. She actually let me sleep in until 5:45! I may have been in Heaven as well!

With 65 days left, there is so much that I still need to get ironed out and work better on (story of my life really haha) I am on the path to meet my goal of 3 days of CF this week and 3 days of jogging/walking as well. So far, so good!