April 2013...it's April already! Feels like we've lived here for years while in reality it has been 3 months. So much has been accomplished, interior from ceilings to walls to doors, trim, windows all painted sans 3 rooms...they will get tackled on a rainy day or this coming winter.
During the past 3 months I chose to fill the days moving in, painting, sorting through boxes, papers from the past 9 years of living in one place. Which is very unusual for us. Prior to that the longest
we've lived anywhere was 3 years and that was rare.
One 3 occasions I worked out, ran 3.2 miles, swam 3500m, and attempted a wod scaled might I add.
Then the 2013 open season was upon us! I am a CrossFitter. Period. There was no question will I register or not. No anxiety how will we video the wod's and how will we do the movements with the gym not set up yet....it would be done somehow. No music, no crowds to cheer, no competition to chase during the wod, no external motivation per se. It was wonderful! Just me and my mind. I embraced it fully! I opened my trench coat for all the world to see if they want to, my weaknesses, me, as I was, in that moment each week, at my (in my opinion) lowest physical state so far in my life. It was all ok, actually freeing me of constraints of who I was supposed to be based on past years Opens, or on my abilities as a athlete, or coach...just me. Lisa Quinn.
The 2013 Open season is over, I finished in the top 16% for my age category. The old me would be upset, tear myself down for not doing better. That old me tried to appear one night, then Kerry with such wisdom reminded me I had not been training let alone regularly working out and still ranked that well. That instilled deeper roots in my mind how valuable, potent CrossFit is. The foundation of consistently doing CrossFit WOD's for the past 6 years carried me well through the open season. Now....to visualize the level of fitness achievable when I am in a training mode!
How humbling it was though each week to realize the state my fitness had deteriorated. But my mind and spirit was strong and I knew, know, I am still fit, inside. All that needs to happen is reestablish the habit of working out. Simple! I can do that! And the beauty of moving out to the farm is learning to do things for me, that enhance the passions gifted to me, not to please others or fit an image, to be who I was created to be, period! And by doing that others will be blessed. This I humbly know as a truth.
Ahhhh...such peace just to be me. What a wonderful way to live! It took 46+ years to see this clearly, and I look for the next 48+ years and all that they have to teach me.
Life is good yes indeed, it is the best adventure ever!
From death comes life, it adds depth to life...part of me died moving here and with the spring bulbs, a new life is bursting forth, from the winters ground:)