Injury and Pride
I don't like not being 100%. I am not taking it well. Luckily, for my pride I have been busy with the kids, and the class times, have just not worked for me. I am not sure what I did. There is no ONE even that I remember doing and then saying, “oh , that hurt." So that is even more frustrating. This pain is giving me time to think about what is going on in my life and what I need to let go of in order to stay sane.
It is also really ruining my Triathlon training. Here, I have this great goal for the new season and I am not able to do my training fully. I do have a good, fun group of people that are very excited about this Multi-sport activity, and it is helping my spirits. :)
Here is a poem I found:
THE SQUAT
Down this road, in a gym far away,
a young man was heard to say,
“no matter what i do, my legs won’t grow”
he tried leg extensions, leg curls, and leg presses , too
trying to cheat, these sissy workouts he’d do.
from the corner of the gym where the big men train,
through a cloud of chalk and the midst of pain
where the noise is made with big forty fives,
a deep voice bellowed as he wrapped his knees.
a very big man with legs like trees.
laughing as he snatched another plate from the stack
chalking his hands and monstrous back,
said, “boy, stop lying and don’t say you’ve forgotten,
the trouble with you is you ain’t been SQUATTIN’. “
-anonymous
Coming soon: fun, and slightly strange food video's!






Wednesday, February 15, 2012