On January 2nd, with the dishes tucked in the cupboard, the kids tucked in the bed, and the vacuum marks across the carpet, it is a finally time to reflect, to write a little and re-calibrate timelines and goals...except the phone keeps ringing...and my older daughter is calling from her bed for a glass of water...and I have hours left on a project I have neglected for the last several weeks...
Oh for the love of God!
Why is it so hard to stay on track and achieve our heart's desires? When I focus intently ahead on a goal, the universe constantly lobs interruptions at me in order to see if I will take my eyes off the ball.
I choose to ignore the phone, get the water, and blow off the project for one more night, so I can look critically at December. I dodged a lot of bullets this past month, but I caught a few too. I over indulged, skipped a workout for one reason or another, but overall I managed to remain on the path to May 9th. No doubt this was the hardest month to navigate (although I may retract that statement in April, when I am at the hard core end of this training).
In the eight weeks of focused training with Tina I have doubled the number of push ups per set, increased my max on the bench press by 20 pounds, and importantly, embraced the scale going up rather than down. I have discovered and felt the distinct difference between the medial and the lateral part of the calf muscles, and I continue to learn to trust that it will all fall into place.
Full steam ahead.
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I recently jumped on the CrossFit bandwagon, and already the scale betrays me with an additional five pounds. There's a lurking suspicion that half those pounds were from the inundation of holiday temptations.
The holiday is over, and life will be more manageable with hoards of crowds limited to the weekends instead of each waking hour.
However I find that I am still very perturbed. The small stretch of road between Highway 18 and the gate to Keller's Peak Road has not been plowed, so those wishing to hike and recreate must park either at the forest station or the ski shop down the road. This morning the gate to the station's parking lot was unlocked, so I crept in, closing the gate behind me, parking discreetly in the corner of the parking lot, making sure to display my Adventure Pass (which is a scam; thank you Congress for neglecting our forests while militarily pissing on the rest of the world). Upon our return two hours later I got a lecture on the graciousness of the forest service for not citing my parked vehicle. All the young studly men recognize me and are ticked off that I crept in. Yet they have no authority or means to plow the road themselves, or ensure some other agency does. Instead I was reprimanded for infringing on their business parking--a problem we've had at our own gym. Yet I am a full-time and annually-renewing patron of their business! When I asked what their recommendation was, they shrugged, "I dunno." The station in Sky Forest said plowing that little stretch of road should have been under the jurisdiction of the Running Springs station, and yet the Running Springs office was clueless as to whose responsibility it is and was disinterested in remedying the problem for me, one of their many customers, let alone for their own benefit. All anyone can recommend is that I call County Roads and CalTrans to do me a personal favor by doing the local station's job.
What are my pass dollars going to if I can't even get there to recreate in the first place? Next year I may never buy a pass and illegally "trespass" on my forest land. Good grief.
Les,
Your frustration is shared by so many! Andrea had the same experience, but she chose to park at Leroy's and got to worry about her car getting towed the who time she was destressing on her walk!
Let's hope everything will at least feel more manageable as the mountain quiets down.
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