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This Thing Called Life

So life has gotten in the way of my training.  Well, I guess I should say I have allowed life to get in the way of my training.  Shit hit the proverbial fan and my last thought was "lets get up at 5am to go workout."  It should have been my first thought as now I've got several weeks of 1 workout/week behind me and a whole new challenge of getting my mojo going again.

I've noticed a pattern though.  This is common for me and my crossfit experience.  I'm not sure if it's because workouts can be pretty intense, if I'm fighting 30 year old habits, if I'm lazy; for whatever reason I will get my mojo going and be consistent at the gym for awhile and then I'll drop off for a few weeks.  In some of my reading I've read that this is normal, that people need time off from this "lifestyle" but honestly, I've never completely made it my "lifestyle."  I've worked out.  I've eaten well.  Never both consistently over an extended period of time. Do I really need to take the time off or do I just need to stop being lazy?

I will say my last bit of mojo lasted 12 weeks. That's a record for me.  And my body showed it.  I lost 2 inches all over and am now wearing jeans that I couldn't fit into before.  I also felt pretty confident.  I was feeling comfortable in my body, something that is a rare for me.  Since I've lost that mojo I can see inches coming back and I'm not feeling so hot in my body anymore.  So I know what I need to do.

But life will continue to happen.  It always does.  I've been hearing "stay the course" a lot lately.  So I'm getting my mojo back and staying the course as best I can right now.   Hitting up at 430p wod this afternoon and getting the ball rolling...again.





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