WOD, write, repeat

In fitness, there are no short cuts. It involves immense discipline and hard work — Mahesh Babu

For the third time in the five-and-a-half years I’ve been doing CrossFit, I participated in the 2019 CrossFit Open Games.

This is a masochist’s version of having fun. And when you look at the number of people who participate in the Open. There are a lot of folks who could fall in the category of masochistic.

‘No pain, no gain’ as the saying goes.

I managed to survive the five weeks, although the 86 (out of a possible 105) thrusters I did in the last Open WOD (workout of the day) really did a number on my shoulders. I didn’t injure myself but I certainly pushed them. Nothing a chiropractor or an osteopath couldn’t help resolve. For now, the foam roller and Tylenol are my best friends.

For about the 90% (I’m guessing here) who participate, the Open is about seeing where you are fitness-wise. A gauge to measure yourself from when you started CrossFit or from the last time you participated in the Open.

Since I participated in two previous Opens, it was a great barometer to track how far I’ve come since I started doing CrossFit. I’m pretty proud of my progress. I will never be competitive enough to make a serious run at a title but that’s not the point.

It has always been about being as physically fit as possible to participate in life. It’s about doing the little things that everyday life asks of you. Carrying groceries. Climbing stairs. Vacuuming. Shovelling snow off the driveway. Mowing the lawn. Gardening. Playing with your kids. Participating in an impromptu road hockey game. Activities we naturally assume we can do until we can’t.

My goal has always been to grow older as gracefully as possible and if that requires throwing the occasional punch, then so be it. I’ve been throwing punches most of my life but now, my punches are stronger and quicker.

I have to admit it’s a real kick to know how much stronger I am now than I was five years. I could RX the odd workout but that’s never been the goal. Being able to RX a workout is a happy side effect from taking care yourself and becoming stronger.

I have small, manageable goals and I have dream goals. Do enough small goals, I might actually achieve some of those dream goals. I surprised myself with one dream goal that had never been on my radar. Toes to bar. Google it. You’ll see. It never registered as a goal for myself yet here we are. I’m not there yet but it’s not unreasonable to think that I could get my first toe-to-bar before the end of the year. It’ll require more core and upper body strength than I have right now. Quite honestly, I might be gunning for it. We’ll see how it goes. I still have to manage my expectations and avoid injuring myself. That’s always a bummer.

Before I continue, I have to apologize for the fact I missed last week’s expected new blogpost. I warned you that I was busy and that writing a weekly blog wasn’t a priority anymore because I’m ramping up my writing commitments and goals.

I thought going bi-weekly would be manageable. Apparently, it’s not. I’ll aim for every two-three weeks. I mean I should be able to yap about something after all that time in-between, right? Oh well, we’ll see. I really can’t let this blog go dormant like so many blogs like mine have done.

Speaking of writing, I’ve come up with four writing projects to tackle this year. And it doesn’t include that writing bingo I signed up for last week. I’m not going to talk about the bingo thing unless I feel like it. That one is about having fun and challenging myself.

I’m trying to dive into that writing life I need so much. There’s still separation pains from the other commitments I’m trying to extricate myself from. I’m not the one having the pain but I can see the other parties trying to make it my pain. If that happens, I’ll just make myself persona non-grata for awhile. To be honest, with four (let’s be real, it’s five) projects which I plan to complete this year, persona non-grata suits me just fine. The community of online writers I’ve found myself in have been great. There’s one writer I’ve been bouncing ideas with lately, and she’s been great. She cheerleads everyone but she’s also a really good writer and a lovely artist. She’s pretty chuffed about what I’ve got planned.

Again, I’m going by instinct with these projects but it nice to have a sounding board.

I’m really happy about my up-coming writing projects. It makes creative-me want to party all-night or something like that. Given how thrilled I am to try and juggle these projects, I’ll probably forego the partying in favour of getting down to the business of writing. Typical.

It won’t be long

I’ll make this short since I’m on a roll with a couple of writing projects and I rue the thought of being away from them for any extended period of time.

It probably has something to do with the saying about striking while the iron is hot. I don’t know if the iron is hot but it’s definitely good and warm and it’s still sitting in the embers of creativity. God knows I’m doing everything I can to keep the flames going.

Eventually, I’m going to become ruthless with my time and who I allow to covet my time. As it stands, I’ve been doing it for awhile already. I’m looking forward to the middle of April when I cast off a major responsibility I’ve had for the last 10-12 years. I can’t wait. As a result, I’ll be making adjustments to my social media. Let’s just say I’ll be doing some major house cleaning on one platform in particular. Other platforms where I’m active, have been undergoing gradual changes. And the only reason I haven’t been vicious with a couple of those accounts is because of professional considerations.

But I can assure you once those professional considerations are off the table, I will be culling the herd like nobody’s business. A purging, if you will. I am so looking forward to to it when the opportunity comes.

Call it spring cleaning. Call it a re-configuring of my social media accounts to better represent who I am now. Call it whatever you want. There are a lot of things that are not a good fit for me anymore. The company I keep online right now and the company I kept two years ago are radically different.

Since I started writing, lots of things have clashed it. Sometimes, those clashes have left me in a murderous mood. Let’s be honest… me in a murderous mood is not something you want to experience or witness first-hand. All this because of my need to write.

Right now, I’m working on the balancing act between writing and everything else that interferes with writing. I’m figuring it out but tossing out the albatross that has been hanging around my neck will go a long way in fine-tuning my writing life.

It won’t be long. And I’ll be free.

Well, why not?

Holy crap, we’re halfway through February already. That just means I’m three weeks away from finishing that pain-in-my-ass project and I can focus on the things I want to work on and play with.

You don’t even want to know what the beginning of last looked liked for me. Trying to balance life and your heart’s creative desires has been, at times, a horrible tug-of-war. I was ready to go homicidal. Then my period showed up. Well, that would be explain the intense homicidal leanings. But it doesn’t explain away the fact I was still having a horrible tug-of-war.

As I write this, I’m taking myself away from my heart’s creative desires. Yeah, that won’t do for long. I’ll probably be less homicidal next month. Until then, what do I do to deal with the tug-of-war? I take on more fun stuff related to writing. I can’t really what my plans are but rest assured, it’s my way of digging in my heels and setting the foundation for the writing life I want. And that means letting go of commitments I don’t want to carry anymore and taking on commitments I want while scaring myself creatively at the same time.

I haven’t gotten to the point where I’ll ask myself ‘what the fuck am I doing?’ I’m at the point where I’m going ‘well, why the fuck not?’ It’s a notorious attitude that has given me some of my most memorable moments. I must be in memorable moment mode. Quite honestly, I’m happy to be in that frame of mind where I’m pursuing things that excite me as a creator.

Aside from the writing, after a little over ten years, I’m going to have a fur baby in the home again. A lovely 2-1/2 year old cat. She’s not here yet but the adoption papers were signed yesterday afternoon at the shelter. She needs her vet check before she can be released. So with any luck, I’ll pick her up Tuesday afternoon after the vet sees her and gives her the green light.

It’s taken me a long time to screw up enough nerve to have another furball running around the home. I won’t ever discuss my reasons here because it’s intensely personal. I must be ready if I signed the papers.

I’m excited for her to be part of my life and to be a part of hers.