I took the day off work yesterday. I spent the day filled with all my favourite things.
- 6am crossfit
- Came home, got some presents, a crown, snuggles from my family, breakfast, got the kids ready and took them to school (which is a HUGE treat for me, I never get to do that!)
- 9:30am 75 minute hot yoga class
- home to shower, change, have a protein shake
- massage at brookstreet hotel where I had my back pounded and beat on for 60 minutes
- timothy's for a cinnamon roll and frozen choco chill (PSA: dont' ever get a frozen choco chill from Timothy's, it was gross, it got tossed out)
- pick up Beckett from daycare, a quick bath for him (he had sand in places a 3 year old shouldn't)
- dinner out with my Mom/Ricky, Sister and her kids, and my little family. I had a delicious dish of penne with rosemary cream sauce, mushrooms and chicken) it was delicious, and I finished it off with a small bowl of chocolate tartufo for dessert (no leftover cake to be stressed about)
This morning it was once again a 4:30 wake up (which was actually 4am - really bad night's sleep) for Soldiers of Fitness. I don't know if it was the massage, the yoga, the crossfit - but I honestly felt like I was on fire. I could finish every set we were given, I kept my form and breathed through the pain/intensity. I ran my fastest (except the last time I was carrying a water jug and my arms were dead from previous exercise so I walked the last 100-ish m). I can feel myself getting stronger. Getting faster. Getting fitter.
I've said a few times in the past that I assume people think because I'm fat that I'm also slow, weak, and not up to par. (yes, that's what I *think*, not what I know to be true). Today standing while waiting for instructions, a fellow bootcamper looked at me, asked if I was running this weekend in the national capital race weekend. I said no, and he said "wow, I thought you would be all over it". REALLY? You think that's something I would do? The first time someone, who I've never spoken to before, assumed that I would be doing something that I could actually do (I know that sentence didn't make much sense, but I've tried to reword it and can't!).
If this is what being 38 is all about - being strong, the fittest I have ever been (not the smallest, skinniest, but fittest ever), being confident, and seeing what other people see?
OH - and starting June I'm going to be a full time crossfitter with the beautiful strong and I-couldn't-live-without Amy. I can't wait! I truly believe I owe my new-found strength to crossfit.