I am not participating.
Last night, I went with my family to watch the Friday Night Lights. They had athletes five deep, pushing their hardest on wall walks. The dumb bell snatches and box jumps looked grueling.
It’s different to be a spectator. I was relaxed. I moved among the athletes and cheered them on.
For the previous four years, I entered. I would be so wound up to do the work out. For three weeks of my life, I would be focused on my place in the line up of the world. All of the women my age who compete.
It’s all I can do to get up and do my Fit class every morning. Sometimes I do two classes in a day, but my body feels it. I know that’s not the way to get strong. I do the second round light. I just want to stay in the game. I want to keep muscle and be capable.
I want to keep surfing.
And I am involved in my families’ participation, in Crossfit.
Mary, the two children’s mother (who all live with us) came to watch. The children gave her a tour of the box. They lifted weights and showed her the assault bike, or the devil’s tricycle. Whichever you prefer.
We watched one round and them meandered home, in the dark.
After a good night’s sleep I’m up.
I have not heard one monkey. Where are they?
I have to prepare myself for a meeting in Tamarindo. I have to remind myself to not dread. Just follow through. Hope for the best. Every day is a new day.
One Red Bull coming up.
*This is a journal. This is not meant to be entertaining or informative content. This is meant to assist me with my sanity. The unexamined life is not worth living. Try it some time. You might like it.