Planned Positivity

photo stolen from dailyhive.com  I'm throwing myself my very own personal party today, even though I'm the gym version of hungover today. My back's a little sore but it was so worth it.  Why, you ask?  I got a new personal record on my deadlift yesterday!!! GO ME!  It's not terribly impressive to anyone but me, weighing in at 190 pounds. But it's mine! I know for myself that I could have done more, but my trainer cut me off. I knew she was going to do that so it's not a thing. But I know I could have gone bigger- that's enough for me. I'll get it next time. I understand her logic, that I shouldn't go to failure. Going to failure is a recipe for injury. Fair enough. I do wonder how much I had left in the tank. No matter. I'm still riding a bit of an ego high: look what I did! I'm aware that no one on the planet gives a damn about my deadlift. No matter. I care, and even sore and tired I'm ten feet tall and bulletproof.  What am I going to

 Have you seen the artistic miracles that people are passing off as Bullet Journals these days?                stolen from bulletjournal.com                                   wonderful work by boho berry  ...and then there's mine: There's no art here. It's barely legible. But it's mine and it does what I need it to do. It keeps me on track with the things I need and/or want to do, and it gets things out of my brain so I can focus on useful stuff like writing this here blog post. Anyone who tries to tell you a planning or journaling system needs to be pretty, fancy and complicated is misguided at best. My BuJo looks nothing like any of the masterpieces on the internet. It's a dollar store notebook that's more than a little bit dog eared and highlighter has bled through the pages in places and I probably don't use it nearly enough but it works. That's the important part. It works for me.  I love putting that little X beside tasks when they're done. Ser

 I did a thing just now. A silly, silly thing. A scary thing.  I signed up for the CrossFit Open. It's an annual competition that is the top of the funnel leading to the CrossFit Games. Professional athletes compete in the Open. I've been doing CrossFit for maybe three months. I'm very much not a professional athlete.  What in hell was I thinking? I don't like having my picture taken, let alone posting videos of myself doing what I forecast will be an endless series of no-reps where millions of seriously fit people can see them. Am I discovering a new, more masochistic side of myself?  Nah. I'm going to have some fun. I'm not going to win. Heck, I figure the only people I might beat are ones whose friends signed them up as a joke. You know, the ones who won't show up at all.  But I'll show up, and struggle and probably fail at a lot of the workouts. I haven't got any equipment and no one has any idea what the Covid-specific "we know you're t