So Phillip’s been asking for a blog here. Apparently my blogs about writing over at my author website bore him. 😉 (Shameless plug, yes.) The problem is that I haven’t had much to say over here. Or, rather, I’ve been busy with work and working on getting my author site established, indie publishing, writing, life, etc. that I haven’t had much time to write something over here. So I guess now’s as good a time as any for catching up.
Funnily, my last post provides a pretty decent jumping off point. In that post, I talked about gutting it out, sticking with a workout even when you felt like shit. I was proud of myself for sticking with it and not giving up. I still am. What I didn’t know when I wrote that blog post was that two days later I would fully feel the symptoms of a bladder infection that developed into a full-blown UTI that ended with me on antibiotics and some stuff that made my pee turn orange.
I ended up missing a week of Crossfit, which royally sucked. But I got back in the saddle once the pain and queasiness disappeared. We still don’t know what caused it, and it was the first UTI I’d ever had, but I now know that I never want one again. Ever. Never ever.
That shit hurt, y’all.
At any rate, once I got better, I got back to regular workouts. It’s funny how when you first start something like working out, it seems like NOTHING is changing. Your strength is the same. Your fitness is the same. Your endurance is the same. Your body is the same. And then one day you wake up and things AREN’T the same. That’s how it’s been for me. Over the past couple of weeks I’ve started noticing subtle changes, like my jeans fitting tighter in the thighs and butt yet smaller in the waist (squats FTW!), or more muscle definition in my arms.
I’ve gone from not being able to do a strict push up to ALMOST being there. Almost. So freaking close. Two weeks ago, my planks looked like this: ^
Yesterday, they looked more like this: —
In two weeks’ time I went from not being able to truly hold a plank to being able to hold one with no problem.
Now, I just need to conquer the damned pull up bar (it freaks me the eff out for some reason, probably because I’m afraid of heights).
I’ve also noticed that lifting bags of feed–whether it’s dog food or corn or protein for the deer at the ranch–has gotten easier, too. We’re still miffed that we missed most of deer season due to illness and pukiness, but seeing the bucks and does hanging out at the feeders that our game cams are catching makes us feel like this past season was an investment in the deer herd. Granted, we’ve also discovered that we have a couple of foxes, but that’s par for the course. I’ll try to remember to post some pics of the wildlife later, but in the meantime, here’s a ranch photo to tide you over: