3, 2, 1…Go!

When the soul lies down in that grass
the world is too full to talk about.” ― Rumi

Did you ever have an idea in your head. A picture. Of something that you just had to bring to life? It’s been happening to me quite a bit. Especially recently. It’s as if something in me has woken up. The light at the end of the tunnel has turned into a spotlight, shining brighter than ever before, illuminating ideas and pictures and beautiful things in my mind that I intend to bring to life.

I’ve had the idea for this charm in my head for months. Not to exact specifications, but pretty close. I knew it had to be reflective of Crossfit. Just not exactly sure how. I searched on etsy.com for a while. There are some gorgeous handmade charms there. I even exchanged a few emails with one artisan, but when she learned I didn’t want to pay upwards of $100, she simply stopped responding. I left it alone for a while, but the idea was still there, percolating.

And then one afternoon after my niece’s soccer game we ended up at The Pottery Place. Where you can make your own silver charms. And my idea, finally, was brought to life. The joy of it! The nice girl who helped me there walked me through every step of the process, I talked with her about what I wanted it to say, and then found the stamp of the cute adorable monster. Eh, voila.

There was some extra silver clay left over, and she offered to let me do another small charm. Whereby the ninja penguin was born. Serendipidous if you ask me.

3, 2, 1.. Go! is what the coach says at the beginning of each WOD. To me it’s an epitome for life. ‘Cause ready, set, Go is the only way through.

all ninja like

I have this image in my head. If I were to go really strict with my diet, and keep up my training, I would become like a ninja. All stealth and lithe-like. My muscles rippling and shiny. Simply reaching for a cup of coffee would cause those around me to pause in awe as they witnessed the symphonic movement of my flexors.

But ninjas can be mean and draw blood, and this part I do not like. So, if possible, I’d like to be like a cute cuddly ninja, all ripped and stealth, and offering hugs during down time. Like this penguin. Again, except ripped.

Either way, I still have to get there, to Stealth-ness. And that involves a great deal of discipline. Just read a great article on diet: Talk to me Johnnie. He goes even further in how to get super lean: Leaning Out.

It’s all laid out for me, Right There. Pretty simple stuff. You just have to do it. I just have to do it.

Insert hurdle: Here. I have commitment issues. To diet. I have workout portion down. But the gauntlet needs to be handed down with the diet. While food intake for the majority of the time is good and much along the lines of Johnnie’s guidelines, there are moments of cheat. And therein lies my issue. The cheats need to go. Just need to find the wherewithal to bid them adeau. I think discipline, true Discipline, doesn’t get the billing it deserves. Especially from me.