My mind is racing. Why such excitement, little one? I'm just so happy about life. So much seems possible. I'm making new relationships, planning future prospects, enjoying every moment of every day even if I have my ups and downs. I wake up some mornings and want to remain idle for a little while longer, but I know I will not receive fulfillment from the day if I don't do my duties. So I pull my self out of bed, check what my WOD is for the morning, set a time to be at the gym before classes and go through my morning ritual. Washing my face, pulling my hair back, brushing my teeth. And getting food in my system to start the day off right.
Walking to the gym, I think of how the Lord is my lover and he is constantly wooing me with the poetry of nature and gifting me with opportunities.
Arriving at the gym I copy my workout into my log and begin warming up with DROM. I am stiff from the weekend so it takes me longer to loosen up. I roll out my IT bands and trapezius major. Hearing crack-a-lack is sweet to my ears. Eventually I am warm and begin working up to a 1RM Backsquat. 84kg is all I get out of the day. I realize how tired I am. It was a long weekend. I was on my feet demo-ing and coaching at the cert in Puyallup. It was good to lead, to be looked up to, admired and respected. I feel lucky. It's good to be back at the gym, though, I am thankful for the morning. Next is a 2RM shoulder press. I get up to 40kg, which is a PR for that lift.
By that time clients are showing up, so I save my deadlifts for after class. I impart my new knowledge about the burgener WU and skill transfer exercises for the clean onto the class.
After class, my friend Annie hangs out a little to mop the floors. She is a fire-fighter and one of the sweetest women I have known. I tell her she shouldn't clean, but she insists because her dog tracked mud in the other day. She asks me about my family on the east coast, and if I will do crossfit in college. I answer hopefully, but it's hard to say and I will think more about it when the time comes. I tell her we need to workout together more often. She's been setting my standards as far as weight goes (she's a beast!), and I'm always competing against her times. She agrees, and says that I set her standards overall.
On my way home after a private training session I admire the trees as I always do. I am enamored by the blossoms, the wind in the branches, the sun and the clouds. I breath deep the smell of spring. God is so beautiful.
Home. I research where the closest GED testing center is and give them a call. I stutter and hyperventilate when I talk on the phone so I have to call a second time to be reminded what they told me. Sigh. I hope to take the test in the next few weeks. Papa will come along to prevent any problems I might encounter about ID or district authorization (lack thereof). I pray that all things pertaining to getting my identification goes smoothly and comes through in a timely fashion.
Staying at the gym longer than usual set me behind schedule on my studies. I have to be back at the gym by 4:30 for my WOD # 2 with Papa. I am anxious. So I write in my journal a little bit. It calms me down and I begin my calculus review. I'm rusty. Papa will give me my final exam on April 23rd. Deadlines are motivating. In my relaxed state of mind, I re-absorb the information easily. I had forgotten how much I enjoy calculus.
After evening classes, Papa and I go dancing. He has been learning well. And I enjoy it immensely. Unfortunately, we will be taking a break from the lessons, because life has been hectic these days (and the lessons are expensive!). Getting over to Bellevue in the evenings after classes is difficult, and we end up staying up late, which is not good for Papa's health and sanity...
Papa's training for the master's division for the CrossFit Games. He needs his rest. We will shop around for other dance studios and pick it up after the summer buzz dies down a little. We will keep practicing the steps.
The drudgery is hard sometimes. The bumps in the road are exhilarating, but the drudgery, the plateau, is what really matters. Life is made up of drudgery mostly. "Do all things without complaining or arguing" Paul says. There's value in the everyday things, I've come to realize, no matter how difficult it is to stay on track. When I fold the towels out of the dryer, when I do the dishes, when I coach a class, when I have to put on a smile when someone gives me attitude... Concentrating on glorifying the Father has really transformed these duties for me. They have a great value and doing them well is a service to the Lord, somehow. How can I do these things better? I ask myself. Can I be more stoic in the hard times, ride the plateau out, and keep my eyes more committed and my heart more devoted to the face of Jesus?
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