Strange title for the morphing of a fit woman, but it’s so fitting. I haven’t shared this with my friends and some will likely read it here first. Of late I’ve lost that loving feeling for CrossFit. insert a sharp intake of breath…
I’ve heard that it’s just a phase and will pass but in the meantime I want that feeling back. That joy of having my booty handed to me on any given day. That joy of accomplishment, that passion for beating me yesterday. It’s been almost two weeks since I set foot in the box. That’s just not me. I’ve been going at least 3 times a week for almost 2 years and suddenly I’m drawn to something just a little less stressful.
I finally had an epiphany this morning and I’m relieved. Over the past two months my day job (as I call it) has gotten exponentially more stressful. Our company acquired another company and blah, blah, blah which is equal to my work-load almost doubling. I’m good for it, up for the task. What I realized just this morning is that I may not be cut out for two stressful activities at once.
I feel certain that my crossfitting friends reading this will now set about an intervention. They all know how hard I’ve worked over the past 2 years and won’t allow me to sit by the way side. I just need to determine exactly the right mix of stressors for me between the day job and the CrossFit.
The sheer fact that I finally figured out that I had lost the loving feeling and why is huge progress. People get bored and need a change. I don’t get bored with CrossFit. I love it, I have loved it since day one.
Now to figure out the path back to that loving feeling.
You see, doing nothing to isn’t an option. I’ve been doing strength and skill work and all the while eating clean but it’s just not CrossFit or the excitement surrounding it.
I spent too many years fighting my way out of the mess I made of my body to not care for it and nurture it every day.