Today I got to work out for the first time after my surgery. It was glorious. To feel my heart race again and try and beat the clock. Magic!
For those of you who do CrossFit, you know you walk around in a state of perpetual soreness. Since I haven’t been working out, I haven’t had that. Today I got it back. I used to bemoan the fact I’m always sore. Then I accepted the fact I was always sore. Now, for the first time, I missed the soreness of CrossFit.
Today I got to work out for the first time after my surgery. It was glorious. To feel my heart race again and try to beat the clock. Magic!
My hand feels good. Really good. To the point I want to be all in again.
I have to tell myself, Not yet. Hold back. A few more days.
In the grand scheme of things, a few more days is not that long. We sleep a bit of it away. We work some of it. We spend the rest of the time eating, reading, blogging (of course!), and spending time with our family and doing things together.
Training is just a small part of my life.
Next week, I will probably be 90% in. I don’t want to lift too heavy right off the bat. That time will come. And sooner than my mind tells me.
So like a racehorse who finishes strong, hold back. The end game is what matters.