Luckily, the coronavirus hasn’t conquered all aspects of life.
My daughter and I participated in a CrossFit competition this weekend at CrossFit Longmont.
I took third place; it was hard, but good. My daughter PR’ed her squat clean. I muddled through. The WODs were all hard for me, which was good.
Fun day. Much needed in these times.
I’d rather feel than not feel
Rather be alive than dead
Chasing away thoughts
Not thinking ahead.
Blindly diving in
Consequences be damned
One last chance
A dangerous devil dance.
I’ve taken an unintended break, mainly because I was so angry about my body.
Not necessarily how it looks (although I’m not happy with it).
More I’m angry at having been injured all year long. So I couldn’t stand to write about CrossFit because I was so angry.
The 2020 CrossFit Open came and went. I actually did quite well, considering I was injured. To be truthful, I hated every moment of every workout.
However, I couldn’t take it anymore, so I finally went back to my doctor, who gave me the all clear again to begin working out.
So, I’m back.
A heavy weight has been lifted off my shoulders, and I’m ready to begin again. Next week, I’ll start a new program to reach my CrossFit goals for the year:
- Ring muscle up in the next six months
- Bar muscle ups fixed in the six months after that
- Get stronger in back squat
- Get stronger in deadlift
- Perfect handstand walks
These are my main CrossFit goals. I have others, but these are first. In essence, I don’t want another CrossFit Open to roll my way without having these skills in my wheelhouse.