Somedays are better than others. And frankly, I’m okay with that.
If every day were good, we wouldn’t know it, because we would have nothing to compare it to.
Plus the bad can sometimes bring out the best in us, like hope and perseverance and hard work. And I get it; that our moods, our thoughts, our emotions, are up to us. We are what we choose to be. I get that.
But sometimes, I just don’t want to turn that frown upside down. Sometimes, I am okay with just being melancholy. Today was definitely one of those days. Not even my beloved CF could lift me out of it. Everything was just off. I was stuck in traffic, couldn’t find parking, sat in my Dr’s waiting room for TWO hours, even hit my head. Oh yeah, one of those days. It just kept coming. Even during tonight’s WOD, couldn’t find my mojo. Surely there was a Deadlift PR waiting in there for me somewhere. But alas, I felt hurried, then had to wait, then couldn’t get my math right, and even then when finally getting the bumpers on the bar, simply couldn’t lift the weight. Fail.
So, the day is drawing to a close. The sun is setting, I’m already in my PJ’s. And ready to crawl in bed. Will I be back tomorrow? You betcha’. Will I be in a better mood? We’ll see. Sometimes it’s okay to just sit in what we’re feeling. Not dwell, but acknowledge. It’s not all pixy dust and leprechauns. Somedays just simply suck. Somedays I’m just not feeling the love. Even after trying to chug the CF cool aid. But the beauty is, it will still be there in the morning.
And I will keep walking through the front door.
2 – 2 – 2 – 2 – 2
Completed: 135lbs, then 175lbs., then 215lbs., then tried for 235 and failed. Stopped with a 1RM at 225lbs. My current PR. Ran out of time. If I’ve learned anything, I was trying to jump too much in weight too quickly, not warming up properly.
II. AMRAP in 8 Minutes:
10 Deadlifts (95/65)
Completed: at 55lbs. 7 Rounds. Could definitely have gone 65lbs. Wasn’t feeling confident enough until well into the WOD to go RX.