Driving out of California towards Arizona I should have been just enjoying the drive, the music, spending time with D. But a thought popped into my empty little head. .. "We're going up a slight grade. I wonder how hard this would be on a bike." WHAT! What was going through my head! It is so clear that you in the "workout world" have infected me and how my thoughts have changed! Yes I'm still proud to be a slacker! But my mind does drift off, thinking in terms of how much effort is required to do something.
If you haven't been to the Grand Canyon, it's alive. At night the canyon "breathes." Actually it SHOUTS! The explanation is that the warm air is trapped down below and rises out, creating a breeze. My poetic explanation is that all those who go down into the canyon bring their thoughts and their negative energies and are held by the canyon. At night, when its dark and quiet, it lets out a cleansing breath. Its such an experience standing at the edge in the dark and feeling the warm air come rushing out.
Ahhh back to the real world. Friday night's crossfit was a disappointment in myself. Knowing I haven't been working out regularly, I know I can't expect much. 3 rounds of 500M rows, 12 DL, 21 box jumps, times 3. By the time I was on the last round, the 500M row sucked. That's it. Just sucked. I felt I was going slower and slower but couldn't fight past it. It took FOREVER to finish. When I went to the DLs my form sucked so bad that I was told to stop and do the box jumps. I just couldn't get my body to respond to correct my form. I THOUGHT I was doing them correctly but apparently my body wasn't listening to my mind. Basically I DNF. Sucks. I find that personally unacceptable. I need to work on my form.
On a better note, I hiked to First Water this morning. I love hiking right after the rains. Well last night wasn't really rain, but let's just call it that since there was moisture that hit the ground. You could still smell the smokey wood from the fire in May! But the view was beautiful. And the smell of the sage and scrub brings back so many pleasant memories. I still can't run ( I tried but thought I'd better stop), but I'm not in pain while writing this. I can tell I'm getting better. But its just not at the rate I want it to be. Is it partly age (as much as I hate to admit it). Can't my body keep up with my mind? Patience. That which doesn't kill us makes us stronger. What did I blog earlier? I should find this down time a blessing in disguise...or something like that? Yeah right.
