Light Body. Light Heart.

“Beauty is not in the face; beauty is a light in the heart.”

― Kahlil Gibran


I have a strong desire to be lean. In all areas of my life. Not just trimmed down, but extra lean, tight and therefore, light. I want to empty out my closet leaving only a few key articles of clothing and shoes, a couple choice high quality classics that mix and match easily and leave me feeling confident, beautiful and well dressed. Get rid of the rest.

Add kitchen items to the list – pots and pans, plates and utensils pushed to the back of the cupboard, forgotten and no longer on the radar. Toss ’em.

I want to throw away all the old letters and photos. The memories can stay… but the rest? Just taking up space. Let’s get rid of the pile of unopened mail too, the stacked magazines, the stash of worn books read through and enjoyed long ago and now collecting dust. Donate it all.

Add jackets and outdoor gear to the list. I used to live out west and have stockpiled quite the stash, camping and hiking gear – all of it collecting dust. The faded memories attached to these items remain – the beautiful people and shared adventures – But the gear? It no longer fits with who I am or where I’m going. It’s just taking up space and adding extra unnecessary weight.

Trim down my spending too. I need less and less. Less things purchased means less space required to stockpile them.

The diet – I want to pair that down further still. Vegetables and proteins not far from their source. Trim away the fillers and the additives and the fat. Get stronger, more lean and thereby more mobile.

I don’t know why more people do not talk about GMO Foods. GMO scares the crap out of me. It’s especially scary for those who don’t know anything about it. You would be surprised how many do not. No doubt you can drive yourself crazy trying to identify and understand your food and all its intricate sourcing – from how an animal is raised and fed to the pesticides in the surrounding fields. But you have to start somewhere and I’m convinced some day we’ll look back at GMO like we do smoking: Once everywhere and accepted, now known to kill. My goal is to keep it simple and steer clear of densley labeled food.

A light body, a light heart, lends itself to a light passage.

Less things to remember and keep track of and drag along behind you as you go. More opportunity to go and explore new spaces, especially when you take up less of it.

The Grass is Greenest Where it is Watered.

“Your visions will become clear only when you can look into your own heart. Who looks outside, dreams; who looks inside, awakes.” ― C.G. Jung


Snatch Skill Transfer


I. Snatch – 5 x 2 – Rest As Needed Between Sets

Completed: focusing mostly on form @ 55lbs.

II. Front Squat 3 x 3 @ 80% 1RM – Rest 2 Minutes Between Sets

Completed: again, focusing on form, working up in weight, 55lbs., 75lbs., 95lbs.

Thanks to Nicole and Richard for being great partners today.  For sharing stories between reps of personal successes, failures, and confusion as to why some people say the darndest things out loud. Rich summed it up pretty well, ‘Some folks just lack a filter.’ Indeed.

III. Chin Ups (Chin Over Vertical Plane) 4 x 15 – Rest 1 Minute Between Sets

Completed: Ring Dips with wrists towards the ceiling, max effort.

Then onto Strongman. A group of us (StrongWoMen, mostly) have signed up for our first Strongman Competition in Perth.  Competitions make me want to vomit urine from fright. Which is all the more reason to do them. This will be my first. Below is the level at which we will be competing:

   Super Yoke Tire Flip Log Press Truck Pull Deadlift Farmers Hold
Women 140+ 310lbs 250lbs Max Weight Ford Ranger 175lbs 110lbs (per handle)

I’ve performed each of these movements at least once. So I got that going for me. Except one, the Truck Pull. But its only a Ford Ranger, so, you know.

The Super Yoke at 310lbs. seems the most intimidating item on the list. We practiced tonight. The Yoke itself weighs 150lbs. We worked our way up from there in 70 lbs. increments; 150 lbs., then 220 lbs., then 290 lbs., then finally 310 lbs. Thank goodness there are no Math WoD’s at ACF, and the fact that Margarite has the ability to calculate the sum total weight of bumpers and steel on the spot. My skill in this department is sorely lacking and I’m okay with that for now.

I’m in a cleansing mood. Been cleansing my diet, 14 days into the Whole30 and going strong. Cleansing my home too, of all clutter. Never was a clutter person to begin with, but now I’m even digging into the little momentos and tokens from the past that have been holed up in the back corners of my closet and shelves. Just feel like getting rid of all of it. Yes, there’s memories there, some cherished, some not so much. Some more like reminders, of a time that indeed helped shape where I am now, but do not write the story of who I am now, or a minute from now, or tomorrow. That story is for me to tell from where I’m standing now. The urge to purge comes from a general feeling of lightness. My mind is light, and clear, and focused. I want my surroundings to be even more so too.

I think sometimes I had the tendency to get weighed down by having too many priorities, too many focus points, too many places I wanted to be. More from a scattered ‘The Grass is Always Greener’ approach, then one overtly movtivated. You can’t split yourself into eight, and take off in hot pursuit into eight different directions with the same fierceness and intensity of applying that force to one united direction. The hot pursuit gets diluted into a luke warm simmer.

Paralyzed by too much opportunity.

Call it mid-life, call it finally settling into what it is that I really want. Call it whatever the F* you want. But, I do know that I like it. And it is all too welcomed. There is a stripping away of non-priorities, and the priorities that remain are few, precise, and crystal clear.

Less, is more?

The body is sore a lot these days. Actually, if I really think about it. The body is sore every day. It feels good. It means there’s some serious effort going on around here, determination, focus, accomplishment, milestones.

One hurt that’s not so good, the left-shoulder. Or is it? Met with the Doc today and finally heard the result of the MRI. The good news: nothing is torn or broken or fallen out of its socket-thingy. The bad: need to tone it down. The shoulder is being over worked, and if its kept up, something will break or tear or fall out of the socket-thingy. So, here we are: Feeling more committed than ever to hitting WOD’s and the 90DC, and the agility and strength and the way my body feels, getting better every day, realizing some new cool feat almost daily, like the first ever tripod today. And now I have to tone it down? Not sure how I feel about that.

The conversation with the Doc went in circles. Me: ‘So I have to stop?’ Doc: ‘No, you don’t have to stop, but you can’t keep doing what you’re doing.’ Me: ‘I can’t keep doing what I’m doing?’ Doc: ‘Not if you want to get better.’ Me: ‘So, what can I do?’ Doc: ‘You can do some, but not all. You have to do less.’ Me: ‘Less?’ Doc: ‘Less.’ Me: ‘Okay, Okay. I think I can do less.’ What’s really needed is time to process.

So I hit tonight’s WOD:


Russian Gymnastics Warm-Up – Day 1


I. AMRAP in 7 Minutes:

15 Kettlebell Swings (53/35)

15 Box Jumps (24/20)

II. AMRAP in 15 Minutes:

Overhead Squats (95/65)

The kettle bells and box jumps were not a problem. Finished 4 rounds. Kettle Bell @ 26lbs. The Overhead squats. I went light, @ 45lbs. Dunno. How do you do less and still not let all the progress go down the drain?

Coincidentally, a friend forwarded a very interesting article on some recent controversy surrounding Yoga, and whether it can actually wreck your body, of all things. Yes, Yoga.

Here’s the thing, like the article says, being active, pushing yourself, CF, keeps me motivated, connected and inspired. But perhaps the real question should be; Am I pushing my body too hard to feed my ego? Yes it feels good to PR. Damnit. Yes, its awesome to feel stronger and more able than recent memory. But if you don’t listen to your body, if you push too much, you will only have yourself to blame. Well, and your ego to blame. And some serious injury and the inability to exercise, as the consolation prize.

Determined to find the median in here somewhere.