Thursday, August 9, 2012

I Wear Chalk

 I really do. I have all sorts of chalk tricks to ward off calluses. Pansies wear gloves (ha...truth is. Mine were stolen at the gym and I always forget to buy a new pair). Chalk is my friend.  I am a crossfit woman. Sounds funny, but this image is truth. I posted about it months ago and haven't updated about it (not that anyone cares but my mother). I have actually been doing crossfit since last November. Some months I slacked worse than others, so I am not progressing like I should for the time I have in it.  I also refuse to eat like a caveman. The "real" crossfitters eat a Paleo diet. I tried it. It puts me in a bad mood and since soybeans, corn and pesticides put the good meat on my table...I caved!  I am more aware of what fuels my body now because of crossfit, but I have had my fair share of ice cream and french fries this summer. More than I care to admit.
 I am trying to step it up a notch now and work on reshaping my body. It is HARD WORK but the feeling after a butt-kicking WOD (workout of the day) is like nothing else. It is not the thrill of completing 26.2 miles on the coast in San Fran in 2004, but it is in the ballpark. I get up at 4:50 am most weekday mornings and head out to the gym to get it in before my day gets the best of me. I debated quitting crossfit last month and I am so glad my trainer wouldn't let me give up...and Randall also really hated to see me quit. He has a love-hate relationship with my cocky workout recaps each morning.
 I workout with a grab bag of folks each time, yet we are all in it together. I love that I can yell Baptist girl dirty words like "THIS SUCKS", moan and yell at my partners to "HURRY YOUR BUTT UP!" during team WODs and everyone loves me for it and still speaks to me in Kroger or at chamber events. It is a huge commitment and something I need to give my all if I am gonna keep doing it. So, I need to cut out the extra bites of Randall's ice cream and Henry's french fries I reckon. I have some goals for the fall. None of them are weight based. I am giving up weighing a certain number. I have lost 0 weight since crossfit but have lost inches all over my body and I will give you a free ticket to my gun show if you would like! All I can say is that if I can do crossfit, anyone can. 

I can deadlift 135 pounds.
I can backsquat 125 pounds.
I can jerk 75 pounds overhead
I can kettlebell swing 35 pounds

Who knew. Truly, what doesn't kill you only makes you stronger and strong is the new skinny. Since I will never be skinny, I will take strong!


(Ok, I realize you can see down my shirt in the above photo, but it is what it is. It is rare we get a photo of us playing together. It is a keeper, bra shot, or not!) 
Being strong means I have more stamina to play with this 43 pound love of mine. He loves to play "horse dog" and ride on our backs. I could not do this real well when he was 25 pounds and now I can crawl around with a smile. If I loose no weight but have the strength to keep up with my active "horse dog" boy...I'll take it.


Henry had an ice cream party at his school last week. I appreciate having a boss who wants me active in my child's life and expects that to come first. I took this little buddy home after his party and we spent the afternoon playing in the oppressive heat. I don't care how strong I get, I will never be able to stand this heat. OM (Julie and I say "OM"  in our texts to each other. The "g" seems so ugly. We omit it.) this heat is ridiculous!


Since I am a single mama alot during the week (I say that with respect to the single mamas. I have NO IDEA how they do it. wow) I get creative at keeping this little rascal happy because he really misses his daddy when he is gone. We had "mobie" night with popcorn last week. You would have thought I gave him gold. He was so excited. I can wear down from 3 or 4 days/nights of doing life alone, but cherish these sweet times and that our little daddy has work that he likes and provides us a comfy life.


Watching him learn and seeing his reaction to things always makes long days and my endless list of things to do seem faint. I love that he is my purpose. The rest is all extra.


On the days Randall is gone I workout at lunch or run at night with a friend while her hubs plays with Henry. Henry loves to say "Mama go crossfit?" or "Mama go run?". He assumes whenever I leave the house to go anywhere that I am about to engage in one of these activities. I hope he is active and healthy. He is a huge motivation for me, that is for sure. I have taken him to crossfit a few times for various check ups, meetings, etc and he loves it. He cries when we leave and begs to go back. I am not sure all the single peeps at my crossfit think he is as fun as he thinks they are though!


Henry found my scrapbooks on the bottom shelf in the den last week. They have been there since he entered the house for the first time at 3 days old. He just noticed them. He can't get enough of them. His favorite is my marathon book. He wants to look at it all the time. I have a lot to live up to in this little guys eyes. I fear he thinks mama is an olympic gold medalist! I am just an average mom who works, tries to keep life together at home and sneaks in some me time everyday when I can. I think people are shocked when they find out I do crossfit because I am not muscled up and skinny...yet I bet I could beat their booties on a run around the park or in a lifting match! It is like a secret life. I don't tell people unless they ask. I know you didn't ask...but my mama likes the updates!

Abby

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