It has been a weird couple of days. I can’t seem to shake this crabby mood and my complaints have been spewing out like word vomit. What gives?? Work feels like a pressure cooker as we’re prepping for a major event next month and I keep having this sneaking suspicion that something is going to unexpectedly drop on my plate.
Maybe it’s because I’m entering the final week of the Whole30 and I haven’t felt/seen any changes in the past three days. It’s like my body has regained it’s composure and the effects of the Whole30 have flat-lined.
I could go on and write a whole manuscript about the various items that have been bugging me recently, but I’ll be upfront and pinpoint the root cause of all this mental unrest. I attended a memorial service on Monday. My close friend lost her father and his passing has left me shaken. You are probably thinking, “why would a memorial service put you in a horrible mood?” Honestly, I don’t know why. I do recognize that thinking of my friend in such grief brings tears to my eyes and I’m left with a grey cloud over my head. It’s just not fair.
Have you ever gone off the pessimistic deep end? Have you been in that spiralling grumpiness and somehow in the midst of your stormy thoughts you get this moment of silence when a thought enters your mind that basically reminds you of how lucky you are? Call it a wake-up call or just call me crazy, but I’ve been experiencing countless moments like this…I can get so caught up in petty road bumps that I fail to recognize the endless opportunities set forth before me and forget to maintain an attitude of gratitude. One thing is for sure: It can all change in an instant.
I’d be lying if I didn’t say how much my mood has effected my performance. I haven’t been as present as I should be. The past three WODs were a complete blur, but it went something like this: a ton of deadlifts, a ton of box jumps; crazy heavy power cleans, my first toes to bar (!!!); HSPUs and some walking lunges.
Countless bruises on my body from the past three WODs and my hands have been taking a serious beating. I need to master the art of cleaning up blisters/calluses. Today’s WOD had a 3x rep pull-up buy-in and buy-out, and unfortunately, I had to hop off the bar because I was about to shred my palms. So gross, but all I could think of was that I should have watched this video when NorCal Crossfit posted it:
Is it just me, or does the thought of using a razor blade to shave off skin make you want to hurl? Bleh. I guess I need to get over it and turn into my own Dr. Quinn Medicine Woman for my battered hands, especially if I ever want to see my first pull-up…