Scheduling and Kids

I'm going to have to work on my schedule. There just doesn't seem to be enough hours in the day to do everything I want. My husband and I have decided to make Crossfit the top priority family activity. It looks like that means the kids wont be doing soccer this season. I'm conflicted because I want them to be able to play. But I also realize I need to make my own health important too. And being obese (man, I hate that word, but I'll own it) I have to come to terms with the fact that taking care of myself is taking care of my kids. And even though they don't get to do soccer, they do get to go to Crossfit Kids twice a week. And hang with their buddies during our class.

As for my schedule, I had to reschedule my second PT until yesterday. Boy, that delayed onset muscle soreness is a kick in the butt. Only it wasn't my butt that hurt so much as my thighs and abs. Good stuff. (Wait, that sounds like I copped out because of the pain. I rescheduled first, and my coach rescheduled twice. It was just time conflicts, not the muscle soreness.) If someone told me that I would hurt so bad that I wanted to shout profanities every time I sat down or stood up, and I'd still want to do it again, I wouldn't believe them. But then again, I have 3 kids so I guess that says something about my ability to forget about the pain. Plus, there is something so empowering about lifting something heavy, especially above your head. I never felt that way after a session on a treadmill that's for sure.

Future blog ideas: Eating Clean (and how my family goes through 3 dozen eggs in a week) and Why Do I think I need to go to the grocery store when I have a freezer full of meat and veggies in the fridge?

Back on the Wagon

Almost a year later. And I'm back at it. Monday I started at my local Crossfit box. I had my first Private Training. Part of me wonders if I'll remember any of it. Tuesday, I had my first class. I was a bit lucky because the WOD didn't require a skill. It was medicine ball slams with a 20m run. I gave it all I had. Wednesday was my rest day. And today I'll be back at it again with my second PT, I think. I need to talk to my coach. If I make it through this with 'Mommy brain', I'll be able to do anything in life. Let me tell you, the medicine ball slams were a ladder, I think I was 12 three times, but I'm not sure I did 13, so it kinda evens out.

This is a quick update. Stay tuned for my thoughts on Delayed Onset Muscle Soreness and a potential blog about the Survival of a Nursing Crossfitter (And why there is a local food storage).