She's coming...

FRAN Day 2012 is not so far off. 

I have always been a reflective person, keeping journals as a kid.  Analyzing my life and figuring out what I should learn from each life experience.  So its no surprise that as the last month on this wild journey winds up I have become a bit of an emotional wreck reflecting on the year that was. 

Its hard to imagine what exactly was running through my head a year ago and it has become so obvious, particularly in the last month looking back, just how much my life was in need of this.  My life was not just in need of CrossFit.  I was in need of all the things that have come from putting myself out there, taking a chance and exploring who I really could be.  After I had little Miss M I struggled with my identity, where I fit in and how my life was changing.  I joke about the "dark" three months that followed her birth but in truth I was lost, sleepless and unhappy.  Between the internal emotional storm that was raging daily inside of me and the external sources of stress that I couldn't seem to avoid, my life was not my own.  I slowly came out of the fog and emerged a little stronger and a little more confident.  But when we found out we were having a second it was hard not to anticipate the worst.  Where would I go this time?  This idea to do FRAN prescribed was more than just a fitness goal or a way to connect with my husband, it became a beacon of light to ensure that I didn't get lost in the dark again.  It is easy to forget where I came from and I still have difficultly believing how much my life has changed.   And no matter what happens on March 31st, whether FRAN kicks the shit out of me or not I will take my lumps like a champ and remember: 

"Success is not measured in achievement of goals, but in the stress and strain of meeting those goals."Spencer W. Kimball