Excuses

I noticed something last night at the gym: I have way to many excuses. I was a giant vagina in the gym yesterday, I was way under my max lifts, had a tough time with my 85%s and just felt like a shit popsicle. The guys (and girls) around me were killing it, one in particular, and I am not going to lie, it pissed me off. I was not angry with them, they are all great people and I hope they continue to progress but we are competing now and it really bothered me to watch them get stronger and PR while I was putting Vagisil on my yeast infected ego.

The worst part is how weak my excuses were. "I got up early this morning", "I went snowboarding on Monday", "I have really cleaned up my eating so I must be adjusting." Wow I hate myself right now.

The truth: I suck. BUT I am working on it. As it stands right now I am out classed by this group but I will not let that stand.

A Rededication

When the New Year rolls around most people make resolutions, they want to get “fit” or lose weight or quit smoking. This is not that. I am not making a resolution; my resolve was never in question. What was a problem was commitment. My commitment has been lacking and that is what I plan on changing. I plan on going back to what I know works. For me that’s paleo-zone and a steady mix of crossfit, o-lift and some running and rowing in there to keep it interesting. I am going to get my nutrition dialed in first, to me that is the cornerstone to everything. I am not a good enough athlete to be able to make significant improvements in spite of good nutrition. The next step is motivated and directed training and practice. I have way too many holes in my game and need to start to plug those up. To do that I need to be focused on my end goal, create a plan and then work that plan. The next 30 days are huge for me and I need to stay focused.

The game: 16 workouts including a few “Warrior” wods, some “Girls” o-lift, power lift and some endurance work.

No strategy just hard work from here on out. I will finish these next 90 or so days as hard as a coffin nail or kill myself trying.