I'm still going strong. Bootcamp took some time off last week and speed were out in full force tonight. Ouch is all I can say....
Hoping to share some before photos. Trying to work up the courage cause once their there, their there....
Monday, November 28, 2011
Monday, November 21, 2011
I hit a wall....
So, my friend talked me into trying out Crossfit. I went on Saturday to watch a workout. It was intense. It was strangers working as a team of 3 to finish the workout together and to finish it strong. And when they were done, they found a group not yet done and cheered them on. And told them they could do it. And wouldn't let them quit.
It was so opposite of what I expected. I honestly expected your typical 'gym' scene. You know, big meatheads walking around watching everybody else, flirting with all the size 2's in the room. By it was all sizes, shapes, colors, working together to get that workout done in true team fashion.
I decided to try it. Tonight was my first night. I'm starting off with their boot camp and I'll move on to the real Crossfit workouts when my body is ready.
And so tonight, it was an every man for himself workout in boot camp. Except it wasn't. They welcomed me right into the team and cheered me on.
I did a fit test so they could analyze where I am and what I could do and I hit right in the middle of most people. Not gonna lie, it was hard. Like way hard.
When Jen explained how my fit test would work, my goal for myself was 7. I thought, surely 7 is a good number. And it was easy.... At first.
And then, around number 6, it got hard. I had to tell myself to push it. But in being honest, I still wanted to quit. Like seriously. Quit.
And it was on that first pushup of number 6, y'all I swear, I heard my dads voice like he was right there, counting for me. He said 'Come on Sissy. You got this.' and it wasn't hard.
And he kept counting. And he kept saying 'Come on Sissy.'
And when I got up to do my squats for round 6, I swear I could see him standing at that gym door, on the sidelines, like he used to do when I played tennis all those years. He would always yell 'Good job, Sissy! Good job!'.
And just like that, he was standing at that gym door yelling for me. I could hear it clear as day.
And then it became emotional. I could do it. I would do it. All out. Nothing left, 100% every time, just like he taught me and just like he lived his life. All out.
And I finished. 8. Not 7 like I set out to do, but 8.
An as the night finished up, he was there. Watching. Cheering.
And on the way home, I sobbed. Like a baby. Because you see, the timing of this isn't lost on me. Between 4am and 7am early tomorrow morning, my dad took his final breaths on earth 6 years ago.
It's no coincidence I decided to start today. It's no coincidence I felt him there. He has always been my biggest cheerleader. Always believed in me. Always had a way of pumping me up to believe in myself like no one could.
And just when I feel like I'm getting used to this new life without him here, he shows up to show me he still believes in me, still has faith I can do it, still loves me.
And so tonight, more than ever, I will dad... I did, I still will....
Love you and miss you more than words could begin to say....
It was so opposite of what I expected. I honestly expected your typical 'gym' scene. You know, big meatheads walking around watching everybody else, flirting with all the size 2's in the room. By it was all sizes, shapes, colors, working together to get that workout done in true team fashion.
I decided to try it. Tonight was my first night. I'm starting off with their boot camp and I'll move on to the real Crossfit workouts when my body is ready.
And so tonight, it was an every man for himself workout in boot camp. Except it wasn't. They welcomed me right into the team and cheered me on.
I did a fit test so they could analyze where I am and what I could do and I hit right in the middle of most people. Not gonna lie, it was hard. Like way hard.
When Jen explained how my fit test would work, my goal for myself was 7. I thought, surely 7 is a good number. And it was easy.... At first.
And then, around number 6, it got hard. I had to tell myself to push it. But in being honest, I still wanted to quit. Like seriously. Quit.
And it was on that first pushup of number 6, y'all I swear, I heard my dads voice like he was right there, counting for me. He said 'Come on Sissy. You got this.' and it wasn't hard.
And he kept counting. And he kept saying 'Come on Sissy.'
And when I got up to do my squats for round 6, I swear I could see him standing at that gym door, on the sidelines, like he used to do when I played tennis all those years. He would always yell 'Good job, Sissy! Good job!'.
And just like that, he was standing at that gym door yelling for me. I could hear it clear as day.
And then it became emotional. I could do it. I would do it. All out. Nothing left, 100% every time, just like he taught me and just like he lived his life. All out.
And I finished. 8. Not 7 like I set out to do, but 8.
An as the night finished up, he was there. Watching. Cheering.
And on the way home, I sobbed. Like a baby. Because you see, the timing of this isn't lost on me. Between 4am and 7am early tomorrow morning, my dad took his final breaths on earth 6 years ago.
It's no coincidence I decided to start today. It's no coincidence I felt him there. He has always been my biggest cheerleader. Always believed in me. Always had a way of pumping me up to believe in myself like no one could.
And just when I feel like I'm getting used to this new life without him here, he shows up to show me he still believes in me, still has faith I can do it, still loves me.
And so tonight, more than ever, I will dad... I did, I still will....
Love you and miss you more than words could begin to say....
Here goes nothing..........
I'm starting Boot Camp tonight... And come January I'll be taking part in CrossFit.
It's going to be hard. This I know. But I can do this... And I will.
It's going to be hard. This I know. But I can do this... And I will.
Sunday, November 20, 2011
Tuesday, November 8, 2011
Monday, November 7, 2011
Pit stops
Todays run was full of pit stops...
To talk to a boy who appeared Reese's age....
To pick up some pine cones...
To play at the park...
To stop for lots of drinks...
To have to go home early for the restroom....
To fix a bike helmet...
But maybe taking my kids with me on these runs is good for my soul...
All too soon Reese will be at school and these morning won't be possible for the three of us.
Life is short. Garrett's childhood best friend died this past week at age 29. Life is short as we were so reminded hearing that news.
A healthy me will be a better mom, wife, friend, and person... The journey will be long but I know worth it...
I did, dad, and I will again...
To talk to a boy who appeared Reese's age....
To pick up some pine cones...
To play at the park...
To stop for lots of drinks...
To have to go home early for the restroom....
To fix a bike helmet...
But maybe taking my kids with me on these runs is good for my soul...
All too soon Reese will be at school and these morning won't be possible for the three of us.
Life is short. Garrett's childhood best friend died this past week at age 29. Life is short as we were so reminded hearing that news.
A healthy me will be a better mom, wife, friend, and person... The journey will be long but I know worth it...
I did, dad, and I will again...
Thursday, November 3, 2011
Wednesday, November 2, 2011
Running buddies...
This cutie and her brother made the 2mile trip with me. R rode his bike and P got pushed in the stroller. It made the trip longer, but the quality time with my babies is more than worth it.... 
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