Change is Good

After 2 years and 8 months of driving 45 minutes each way, 3 to 4 times a week, to get to my box, three weeks ago Gary and I said, STOP THE MADNESS!  For a number of reasons, time, money, mileage (money!) gas (money!) tolls (money!) we decided that it was time to make a lifestyle change.  No, we are not giving up Crossfit, it's practically a religion at this point!  What we did do is quit our membership to crossfitfirststate, and we set up a box in our garage.  Mats, pull up bars, olympic bars, bumper plates, kettle bells, dumb bells, the whole shabang.  The commute to our box has been drastically reduced, and we are WODing regularly and together more often.  We have both been through our level 1 certification, and Gary has an endurance cert to boot.  We researched and came up with what looks like an awesome strength training program from the CF Journal, and we've incorporated that before our daily WODs.  The WODs  we do are a mix of the main site WODs, what we come up with, as well as what CF New England and CF Verve post.  We also belong to a local globo, which has rowers and a good amount of space and weights, as well as tolerance for us CF's, so we go there as well.  All in all, so far, it's been great, frees me up to do so many other things, and the garage has become my favorite room in the house!!  Do miss some of my WODing buddies, but sometimes change is good, and right now it's ALL GOOD!!

Crushing the Fear

So, the hamstring injury which has plagued my life for the past three months is much better, yet not completely healed.  I'm back to WODing regularly, RXing most of it, albeit moving a bit slower, and even more carefully.  I've become much more dedicated to stretching before and after WODing, but I find I have a nagging fear of re-injury that causes me to hesitate at times, when I did not before.  The desire to maintain  my bodies ability to deadlift,  squat, do pullups, hand stand push ups, and all the rest is so great, avoiding injury is a priority.  The mental challenge is to find balance between staying safe, and attempting to JUST PICK THE 275 POUND FUCKER UP!!  (my current dl goal)  There was no fear before, now its there, like a drop of venom, oozing its way into my psyche, every time I walk into the box.....don't get hurt, don't get hurt, is the mantra that drums through my head, and I know it's holding me back, but I won't let it stop me.  Every WOD I complete makes me stronger and more confident, and crushes the fear, at least for a while, and I have no doubt that eventually, it will go away completely.