Why do we fail? We fail because we are unprepared. Whether that be mentally, physically or just plain sh*t happens.
Why do we succeed? We learn from our failures, grow from them, become better prepared for the next hiccup. Life throws you a lot. Just gotta roll with.
“A high station in life is earned by the gallantry with which appalling experiences are survived with grace.” ~ Tennessee Williams.
(Nabbed from this) <—- read this if you haven’t.
I had a bit of a rough week. Last Sunday I woke up with one of those ohman-can’tmovemyheadsidetoside-fuckkkkkkkkkkkkk musclepull/nervepinch things. Well it lasted a full week. So what did I do? I iced, heated, biofreezed, stretched, lax balled, slept, NSAIDed. Oh yes, COMPLAINED. A lot. I hate when I do that but sometimes I can’t help myself. No crossfit for 5 days. 2 days of half-assed crossfit. I was annoyed because it was technically still syllabus week for our new semester…ya know, those 5, blissful, calm-ish days before the storm when I wanted to do two-a-days like a muffuk’n football player during pre-season? Yep, didn’t happen.
But I had lots of time to think about how I should be spending my days, these days. I actually enjoyed my bone lab on Friday. I [finally] booted facebook to the curb (don’t miss it – yet). Spent Friday night relaxing, yesterday studying. Went for a jog with Stella. And don’t ya know, today I finally woke up feeling somewhat normal woo! Caught 12p croga, Varga-brunched with my best ladies, studied my foot. No really, my foot:
Stella wants to eat my foot.
I meal planned. Food shopped. Cooked. Meal prepped. Planned my school week. Planned my workouts. What a virgo-inspired Sunday.
I think I also kinda sorta motivated myself to BCCC round 2…as the smarterish, plannerish, totes good willpower version of my former BCCC self. I mean I really want a pull-up. And no more bad joint days outnumbering good ones.
I will decide for certain…tomorrow!
Who is BCCC’ing? Should I?