long forgotten, but found

I write all the time. I write in a journal during breaks at work. I scribble on post-it notes and deposit them in my pocket so I won’t forget something that seems important to remember at the time. I thumb text msg.s to myself and capture quotes in apps like Day One on my phone. Writing is my pair of golden cuffs and my golden lasso.

Writing is the safest place I know to filter all that is ingested throughout the passing days and nights. It’s how I process; it’s how I let go; it’s how I say hello; it’s how I make sense; it’s how I capture; it’s where I put my sadness, and joy, and all the muddiness in between (lots of muddiness). Writing is where I say this happened today and this is how I perceived it and I want someone to know. The notebook. I want to share it, capture it, understand it, get it out of my system. Writing is my lifelong friend. It has saved me too many times to possibly know how many times it has saved me. If I were locked away, I would have to find a way to write, otherwise I would surely die. These are the things I’ve been thinking about since 5:30am this morning.

Now that that’s over with. Here’s a random list of 2018 objectives from the notebook:

  1. Volunteer at the local home for the elderly
  2. Start a local writing group
  3. Stop drinking wine during the week
  4. Eat vegetarian for a day, a week, a month
  5. Watch dog training videos
  6. Continue online copyediting certification
  7. Back squat
  8. Overhead squat
  9. Connect with the people in front of me
  10. Stop buying useless crap off the internet
  11. Park the car stern-in, with nose pointing out, makes for a quicker getaway

On Saturday, I met with one of my former trainers, Caleb from ACF. Sitting down with him was like plugging into a warm empathetic frequency of good. A first step into getting back to healthy. Since his training facility is located about an hour from me, the idea is to follow programming on my own, and then come in on Saturdays and the occasional Wednesday night for Barbell Club. When we were talking I could hear the barbells dropping in the other room. It was like hearing a long-forgotten piece of music that I didn’t know how much I missed until the sound filled the air again. I’m pretty sure I could feel my heart skipping an extra beat with each thud of rubber-plates hitting the floor.

Including weekly workout programming, Caleb also gave me some suggested daily habits to boost my mind and heart and soul. As I ease into this new way of approaching my day I will share them here. This week, the focus has been on righting the food and wine habits. So far, I’m happy to report, so good. So very good.

P.S. A scarf around the neck in the winter is like your woogie.

The beginning of Lent

“Health is the greatest gift, contentment the greatest wealth, faithfulness the best relationship.” ~ Buddha

Warm-Up:

Russian Gymnastics Warm-Up – Day 2

WOD:

I. “Annie”

For Time:

50 – 40 – 30 – 20 – 10

Double-Unders

AbMat Situps

II. Press

5 – 5 – 5 – 5

III. Accumulate 3 Minutes in an L-Sit

Completed: Annie in 7:52. Scaled to single-unders, as double-unders still elude me. Felt really good. Maybe the time off has been good for me. My press is still stuck at 55lbs. Dean explained that the weights of a Press usually increase in smaller measurements. Typically 2.5 to 5lbs increments. Rather than the usual globs of 10lbs or more of a deadlift or some other. I found this so interesting, and it makes perfect sense.

My diet has been good. But it’s been a few days since hitting a WOD. Two to be exact: Tuesday and Wednesday. Why does it feel like so much longer? Just couldn’t find the energy to make it to CF within a really busy last few days. Either way, felt great to get back to the triple wide today.

Lent is a season of reflection and abstinence. The 40 days leading up to the celebration of Easter. I enjoy the camaraderie of Lent. Like praying within a large group. The power and movement of silent prayer. The time out during Lent is relaxing too. The feeling that my attempts at abstinence are for something greater than my own ego, for something much bigger. It’s a time to reassess, and take personal inventory. There’s about a month left in the 90DC. Hard to believe. I find it fitting that it ends within the Lenten season.