Or in my case NOT working out while on the road. Five days full of booze, pop, chips, chocolate and very little activity is not really conducive to creating a lean mean crossfitting machine well unless you count beer pong as a WOD. Considering the ultimate goal is to be able to do FRAN I did nothing to help myself get there this weekend.
I was to return from home with a story of my success. The plan was to be blogging about how I was able to find time between visiting,hanging out with family and taking part in a wedding, to work out, eat well and continue on schedule without interruption. Not so much. My hope was that I was going to surprise everyone, including myself and prove that I had drank enough of the koolaid and was so knee deep into the crossfit CULTure that my brain had switched from thinking about what a pain in the butt it is to get to the gym to feeling sad and disappointed that I couldn't get there. Pipe dream. We got back around supper time and truth be told I was a little anxious about my return to the gym the next day after my five day hiatus. It didn't take much time after arriving with the husband and kidlets in tow that I realized how right I was to be apprehensive about my first workout in almost a week. When we got there W started warming up and I..well I didn't do anything...I am not even joking, I literally did nothing. I 'spotted ' W as he benched and that was as close as I came to any type of lifting today. There was a brief second where I contemplated doing the WOD on the board, it actually looked appealing, but that feeling of interest was fleeting. All in all it was a crummy day at the gym. They can't all be gems,but what if it was a big black chunk of coal. I think my road trip has turned into a road block.
I just started. Could I have derailed already? Has my plan to FRAN gone awry? If this is true, how does one "get back on track" when life takes a detour? A plan...everything seems better when you hatch a plan. You don't build a house without a plan, its risky to not plan for retirement, tackling a huge project at work would be silly with no plan, even Stalin had 5 year plans to get the Soviets out of their slump, heck I even have a plan to get to FRAN, so why not have a plan for my post roadie comeback. I could ease back into it and build back up the momentum I so briefly had before my trip home. Get back to the gym and start again. Seems easy right? Just get up tomorrow and treat it as a new day. Start out slow, take it a day at a time and plan one workout after the next. Sheesh who knew I was so insightful. So there it is...a plan. And this is where if my life were a musical I would break out in song "Tomorrow, Tomorrow, there is always tomorrow, its only a day away.."
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