With the coronavirus, it’s become dull, dreary days of the same thing.
For me, it’s this:
Today, I got up and did a heavy workout I particularly did not want to do, but I did it. Indifferently.
I am waiting until I can feel again.
Everything in my life right now is blah: work, CrossFit, health, diet, food, life in general.
CrossFit programming is boring due to prepping for the CrossFit Open. It’s ceaseless rowing, thrusters, double unders, and burpees.
Work. Where to start? I just want to be independently wealthy.
Diet. I started a new 8 week program. I’m sticking to it, but I’m about as enthused as an aphid when a ladybug lands on her plant.
I feel like I’m going through the motions–motions I don’t even like.
My body is bloated. My sleep sucks. My period is out of whack. My stomach hurts.
Menopause? Stress? Diet? Winter Blues?
This, too, shall pass. This, too, shall pass…
Anyone else like this?
My current goal is to have handstand walks by the Open.
I know, it’s a lofty goal, and I don’t know if I’ll make it. But I’m working my butt off trying.
And it’s become a bit obsessive at this point.
Every chance I get I’m flipping around. I’m trying to hold my handstand longer. Trying to get my kick ups right every time. Doing my WodPrep course I signed up for on my off days from strength. Having my gymnastic daughter teach me all the tricks and spot me. Practicing, practicing, practicing–that’s what I’m doing.
And it’s hard to stop.
I had to stop to write this post.
But only after a got in one more handstand!
Any time I can’t do something I become obsessed until I can. Because I know with enough practice and hard work I can do anything. This applies to life as well. Writing novels. Learning a new computer program. Changing jobs and mastering it. I constantly have to be challenged or I get bored and move on. This is why CrossFit is my passion. Because there’s always something to work on, something to improve, or something to learn.
Without it (or whatever it is you crave in your life), you’re just going through the motions and life loses its meaning.
And who wants that?