I Like To Think I’m Invincible…

but I’m not.

My arms were super sore after Murph on Saturday.  Which surprised me because I’ve been doing Murph every month for the past two months and was fine afterwards.

But what I hadn’t been doing was the workout I did on the Thursday BEFORE Murph:

3 thrusters, 10 pull ups, 4 thrusters, 10 pull ups, etc through 12 thrusters and and it was an AMRAP (as many rounds as possible).

Which meant I did 140 pull ups (all strict).

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My new favorite photo.  Check out my lats!

Not the smartest thing to do before Murph. But I never think of the number of reps involved and how many I’ll actually do.  I didn’t think I’d get that far in the first place.

Which is besides the point.

The point is I’m pushing myself really, really hard these days, and it catches up eventually.

The nice part is now that I’m doing my own programming I’m constantly adjusting it based on how I feel.  I plan for the week, but change it as I go along.

I’m thoroughly enjoying this life I lead.  Immensely.

I may not be invincible.  But I am unstoppable.

A CrossFit Model?

You decide…

Memorial Day Murph…

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Today our box did Murph, a CrossFit Hero workout that is traditionally done on Memorial Day weekend in honor of those who died for our freedom.

Lieutenant Michael Murphy (whom Murph is named after) has an amazing story. Every part of this workout sucks (it was his favorite), and when we put ourselves through this, we honor his memory, his acts, and his sacrifice for what he believed in. The Murph Challenge run by his family is a foundation to support scholarships and a training facility.

It was hot. 85 degrees hot. I wanted to PR. I was 40 seconds off. It was a good score though (37:47), but I’ve never done it in such heat. YUCK! I was dripping in sweat. But as always it was a butt-kicker. And after it was over, it’s a wonderful feeling.

To all those honoring Lieutenant Murphy this weekend, thank you. Thank you to all the men and women who tirelessly and furiously defend this country and our freedoms and who fight for what’s right. It’s an honor to remember you all! God bless!

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It’s Not About the Number on the Scale…

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I’m such a hypocrite.

Because I hit the scale every morning and depending on what it says, I let it influence my mood.

I’m writing this to convince myself it’s not about the number on the scale.  It’s how I feel every moment of every day.  How I treat my body.  How I eat.  How I workout.  How I sleep.  How I rest.  How I live.

This is what matters.

It’s not about how I look in the mirror.  Nor about how my clothes fit (because it’s hard to find clothes that fit me and look good on me unless it’s workout gear).

It’s all in the mind.  It’s accepting me, and how God designed my body and being done with it.  There’s no manipulation.

The only control is the day-to-day activities/fuel I do/feed myself.

These little decisions that add up in big ways.

It’s mental.

So stop playing the game society tells you to play.

Lead with your heart, soul, mind, and spirit.

The rest will fall into place…

The Magic of the Mornings…

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Under the Big Dipper

Nothing but sky

The Immensity of Nature

Overwhelms the Eye.

Silence….

It reigns.

Breathing…

The gains.

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“Go away!”

“You’re ruining the moments!”

I curse the gray.

Hard work and sweat

Is the stuff dreams are made of

The feeling I get?

Like the shivers of first love.

I Need Days Like Today…

Today’s WOD/workout was one I didn’t want to do.  It had heavy deadlifts, box jumps, wall balls, floor press and power cleans.  I knew I needed others around me when I saw it programmed.

Class was packed so lots of energy around me.  I found my rhythm and afterwards was pretty proud of how I finished (round 2 was faster than round 1).  It was definitely a “me versus self” workout.

I felt amazing afterwards.  These days are rare–and I cherish them when they happen.  Always out of nowhere.  Always, always makes my day!

Accounting for CrossFit…

2018 is already almost half-way done!  Can you believe that?!

I thought I’d update you all to the total cost of what I spent on CrossFit and maintaining my body since it’s probably already up to the total of last year’s amount:

Muscle activation:  $750

Massages:  $475

Chiropractor:  $264

Sprained wrist:  Haven’t received the bill yet

Bruised foot:  Haven’t received the bill yet

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CrossFit clothes:  $120

Murph Challenge:  $45

CrossFit membership fees:  $100

CrossFit competitions:  $207

Body Fat Composition Testing:  $66

Grand Total:  $2,084

This is less than I thought I think because I’m already thinking of the doctor’s bills.  Do I feel better about this?  No.  I still work to pay for CrossFit.

This morning I did Whitten.  So, yes, CrossFit is worth it and then some!

“Dang, Your Mom Has Nice Shoulders!”

Spoken to my daughter the day after I attended an event at her school.

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The True Cost of CrossFit…

I woke up today with my right hamstring locked up.  So tight it felt like a log.

I grab the hot stuff and lather it on.  It burns.  Hot.Me Rowing

My leg loosened.

Why? I say.  Why?

When I think of all the money I spend maintaining my body, all the hours, all the sacrifices…

Is this worth it?

What would happen if I gave it up?

What would I do with all that time and resources?

It’s all mental.  You versus yourself.  It’s the every day drudgery.  It’s the getting out of bed, rolling into the gym and doing a workout when you don’t want to.  It’s doing things no one else does.

But why?

Because at the end of the workout–when all is said and done–the feeling is better than drugs or alcohol or anything else (except maybe the coffee when I get home!).

It’s the accomplishment.  The satisfaction.  The “I can’t believe I just did that” feeling that I’m addicted to.

And that’s why…

My Mother’s Day Gift to Myself…

Commit.

The word of the year for me.

Commit to ring muscles ups.  Handstand walks.

Commit to eating for life.

No longer a diet.  A nutrition plan.  A fad.Image result for coffee beach

As I’ve told you, my body has been out of whack lately.  And I need to reign it in.

Exercise.  Nutrition.  Self-care.

The piece that’s been lacking consistency is the nutrition.  One day I’m on target.  Next I fall off big time.  The next few days are on and off.  And so on and so forth.

So the self-pity party is ending.  It’s time to commit.  Today.  And why not?  It is Mother’s Day after all.  The perfect gift to myself.  The end of rollercoasters and feeling like a failure.

Happy Mother’s Day to all!