This last week has been one big road-block after another. I made it to my workout on Tuesday night last week, then the crap hit the fan at work and at home, and I haven't been able to get back to work out again. If I have learned anything at all, it is that when faced with adversity, I have a choice to either let the circumstances beat me, or to stand up, tell life to kiss my ass, and get back on the horse. You see, I don't have to start over if I've never quit. I refuse to quit! The funny thing about doing CrossFit is that when I started I asked how often I should go per week. I was going 3x/week, then 1 in a week, but my body is craving it. My body WANTS me to go work out.
I am craving the sweat, the feeling I get, the endorphin dump, the feeling of accomplishment. This week I'm going to do my best to make it to 5 work outs. I know that probably seems like I'm overdoing it, but I need this. I WANT this. I need to sweat, to exhaust myself, to push myself, to feel the pain and the accomplishment of completing a workout, whether its scaled and modified or not.
So due to my work schedule, I will be working out at 6 am on Monday and Tuesday, and 5:30 pm on Wednesday, Thursday and Friday, and if I'm lucky, and still able to move, I might even try to make the 8:30 am Saturday WOD.
I'd like to see about 5 pounds or so gone by the time I head to Boston at the end of this month. I know that doesn't seem like too lofty a goal, but my body tends to hold on to weight when I make a big change in my diet or activity levels. I just see myself on this journey continuing to push and not give up trying until I'm dead.
I have been watching the Olympics this week, and seeing all these really fit women and their insanely fit bodies. I don't want to be skinny, I just want to be fit. I want to have a body that I can be proud of.
Now, off to bed so that I can be awake and functional for my workout in the AM!