A little bit at least. That's right - progress. Nothing major, nothing drastic, nothing huge, but it's there.
Don't' mind the stupid face in the second picture, no idea how to take a body selfie without looking like a total tool.
Friday morning, our trainer mentioned a crossfit competition. Huh? I've heard of these, not for the elite but more geared towards recreational/for fun competitions. One thing (and dare I say, the ONLY thing) I miss about running these days is the races. I miss being able to train for and towards a specific event. The excitement, the nerves, the schedule, the day of, the feeling of accomplishment... I found that's missing in my life. So when my trainer suggested that *I* sign-up, I was dumbfounded. Of course - compliments must be pushed away with a self-inflicted insult - "I couldn't possibly" "I'm no good" were my immediate thoughts. Then he said that he's been to these competitions, that I was easily just as good as they are.
So we looked up the competition (it was selling out quickly!) and the scaled version (which I would compete in) had the following requirements:
Then I jumped, jumped, jumped, jumped - for a total of 80 times during the workout.
a) I wasn't missing my son's birthday
b) If it wasn't for this, I'd probably still not be doing box jumps
c) Now I have something to work towards, with more time than ONE MONTH to prepare
This is what I'm going to do - the next competition that comes up, I'm signing up. The idea makes me want to puke and gives me the sweats (because, I'm being JUDGED, as in someone standing RIGHT BESIDE ME watching and scoring my every move!) and I'm DOING IT IN FRONT OF PEOPLE.
But - I will do it. Mark my words.