Ok….so I wasn’t grabbed off the street, blind folded and thrown in the trunk, but it was pretty close. Ha!
So after pissing and moaning my way through a wod last Thursday, my coach and I decided it was time for a break. I had been pushing hard and heavy since January when I decided to compete, and it’s now June. What better way to relax than to take a rest day and join them on their boat. Done and doner…..
A few fellow crossfitters joined us for what I thought was going to be a day trip to Kelly’s Island. Boy was I wrong. As we’re shoving off of the dock I’m informed that I wont get punished for having a few adult beverages. I instantly drop the ‘REALLY!?!?!” To that point I have a whopping 3 beers since January. I decided to pass for now, but I liked that I have the option.
30 minutes later we dock at Kelly’s Island and head to the dock bar for some live tunes, sun, and Long Island Ice Tea’s. Man did I feel guilty that first one, but I soon got over it. I was stress free. The crew I’m with is ready to let loose, and I was the only contingent holding up the party. Had I wanted to go home at 7pm as originally planned the party wouldn’t happen and we’d head back. But after that first long island I was feeling pretty care-free so the decision is made to stay over night.
We wont get into specifics but I’ll say this, yes I drank, yes I ate cheese, no I didn’t get 8 hours of sleep and guess what….the world didn’t stop spinning.
Getting ‘kidnapped’ was exactly what I needed. For 7 months now everything has been so focused around eating right, sleeping enough, training hard and on and on and on. I had lost my grasp with reality.
Yes it’s bad as* that I’m going to the games, but is it earth shattering? NO
Yes there’s going to be tough competition, should I be intimidated? HELL NO
Yes I’m preparing as best as I can and am I ready? HELL YES
I just needed someone (aka my coach) to slap me and remind me to breath every once in a while.
Today’s WOD: FRAN
3:47, a 7 second PR