Planned Positivity

 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

Stock photo (Please excuse that click-baitiest of titles. I couldn't help myself.) It's a cold and blustery Wednesday morning. I'm not a fan of cold and a bit worried about the freezing rain forecast for my commute home. I'm writing this post on a small plugged into a narrow space between a stack of tasks I don't really want to do.  I'm sitting at my desk smiling my face off. Why? Endorphins, my friend. Endorphins and dopamine! Was I doing drugs?  Hell no. I will admit I feel a tiny bit high and have for the past two days.  How did I achieve this state of mild nirvana? I exercised.  That's it. A half weight training circuit. Thirty minutes of fun in exchange for days of mood stability. It's almost as if people weren't designed to be sedentary.  What else has happened since my work out session? Let's see... I'm clearheaded and focused and I get shit done. Partly that's because I have clarity and I can remember what to do.  It's in the