Try.

“The right choice is to try.” – Alex, ACF Coach

I’ve been feeling distracted lately. Distracted from the one thing I enjoy even more than Crossfit, writing. The urge to write just simply hasn’t been there. It’s a sad feeling when you lose the desire for something you love. You feel lost… without the anchor you’ve grown accustomed to for comfort, for peace. I’m not 100% certain why the drive to write faded but I do know it can be scary when the feeling goes. It’s a kind of general overall; Meh. And Meh is not a good place to be. It lacks passion, it lacks love, it lacks hope. It lacks all those beautiful things.

Thankfully the motivation to hit WODs has still been strong. Except for tonight. While I still made it through the door to the triple-wide I couldn’t help shaking the feeling that all I wanted to do was go home and take a nap. But if there’s anything I’ve learned there is one simple absolute; no matter how much I may not feel like making it to ACF, there has never been a day when I regret going. Never. Simple truth.

Crossfit is hard earned peace. Ironically, it provides a much needed break in the day. You work your ass off during that break and it’s worth every drop. There’s a palpable calmness that takes over when the WOD is through. A feeling of accomplishment and exhaustion from hard work.

Writing can have the same effect. Sometimes it’s so hard to write. You can’t just throw words on to the page. Well, you can. But there’s no satisfaction in that. There’s a poetry to be discovered in writing and therein lies the struggle. It takes work! Which is probably why I enjoy it so much too. You have to earn its reward. Just like in Crossfit. Come to think of it, there’s never been a time when I’ve forced myself to write that I wasn’t in the end so glad I finally did put words to the page.

Stepping through the doors at ACF or filling up the blank page, at least I tried. No matter how indifferent or disconnected you may feel the choice is always, always, to at least try.

Writing, like Crossfit, is therapy. Private soul cleansing therapy.

I’m happy to report that after a couple weeks of loafing around this joint the Meh’s are finally vacating. I’m glad to see them go.

I. Strength:

First Pull + Hang Snatch 7 x 2

* Heavy As Possible

** Rest 60 Seconds Per Set

Note: This movement should be performed with a pull to the knees – First Pull, a 3 second pause at the knees, then a Snatch from the hang position (at the knees).

Completed: Working weight at 65lbs. focusing solely on form.

II. Conditioning:

3 Rounds For Total Working Time of:

Row 400m

25 Wall Balls (20/14)

* Rest 3 Minutes Between Rounds

** Each Round Should Be An All Out Effort

Completed: at 14lbs. wall ball. Didn’t look at the clock, not sure my time. Just know the lungs and legs were burning.

Quiet

“It’s only after we’ve lost everything that we’re free to do anything.” ― Chuck Palahniuk, Fight Club

Benchmark WOD tonight. Diane.

Warm-Up:

Row 500

20 Inchworms

30 Overhead Squats (Barbell)

Then… Warm-up The Deadlift

WOD:

I. “Diane
21-15-9
Deadlifts (225/155)
Completed: Deadlift at 125lbs. in 5:13. Scaled to Ring push ups. Quiet day today. The Warrior Dash is Sunday and is looking ominous in my mind. Not going to lie when I say I’m very, very nervous about it. It’s moments like these when I wonder why the hell I sign up for this stuff. Ideally, around noon or so on Sunday, I’ll be wondering why I could have ever doubted signing up for such things. Fingers crossed.

II. Tabata Grasshoppers

Case of the Meh’s – and post script

“One never notices what has been done; one can only see what remains to be done.” – Marie Currie

Seems I’m not the only one who has a case of the Meh’s. It actually helps to know I’m not solo in struggling. Bottom line, though. Not. Giving. In. Or. Up. The time is going to pass either way. Might as well make the most of it. We can do this, people.

Today’s WOD:

Warm-Up:

Group Dynamic

WOD:

I. For Time:

30 Bodyweight Back Squats

30 Burpees

Completed: in 8:00. Back Squats at 85lbs.

II. “Corn Bread”

5 Rounds For Time:

7 Deadlifts (275/185)

14 Box Jumps (24/20)

Completed: in 7:45. Deadlifts at 125lbs.

Post Script: Even though I was complaining earlier, concerned about my lack of enthusiasm lately, I’m so happy to report that as soon as the WOD started tonight, and Sarah and I teamed up and cheered one another on, and pushed each other to our personal best, well, felt great to be there.

mamby-pamby-ness

“I know you’re tired but come, this is the way.”
― Rumi

Has anyone seen my CF Jou Jou? Cause its run away from home and I can’t seem to locate it anywhere. There’s a reward if you find it. Double, if you teach it a lesson in commitment.

Lost that loving feeling, people. Not sure what the problem is. Feel unmotivated. Not scared, or challenged, or anxious, just plain old simple, Meh.

Don’t like this feeling. Think it has a lot to do with the FL vacation, and then the birthday celebrations. On a couple particular Fridays and Saturdays which shall remain nameless, my diet was less than primal. Today, my knees ache, my elbows are swollen, my left shoulder has an inferiority complex, the right has declared a state of anarchy. But I went to the WOD today nonetheless, and will continue to try to hit 5 per week. No rest for the indifferent. Probably another good thing about this 90 Day Challenge. It doesn’t let you quit. Even though you might wonder out loud about quitting, on the internet, where your 90 Day Peeps might read all about it. I’m also guessing, the unhealthy portion of my diet, like the birthday cheesecake, and cheeseburger with fries and beer apres ski on Saturday, are all contributing to my current state of in-equalibirum.

Warm-Up:

Row 1000m

Completed: in 4:33.

WOD:

I. AMRAP in 20 Minutes:

20 Thrusters (135/95)

20 Pullups

20 Burpees

Completed: 2 rounds plus 5 Thrusters (at 75lbs.) Ring Pulls Ups.

You simply can’t live in two worlds, uncommitted 100% to either, and expect great things. You’re either in, or you’re out. Half-way equals half-ass. How can you expect stellar things from a less than stellar effort. It’s not possible. When will I ever learn. Enough of this mamby-pamby-ness. Enough.