Power

Last night's WOD was a good one! It started off with a 2000 meter row which took about 10 minutes and went right into a buy in of 50 double unders then 4 rounds of chest to bar pull up/25 wall balls and a cash out of 50 double unders. I had to pee before the cash out because babies destroyed my downtown. Anywhoo. Because of my potty break I was the last to finish which is no big deal in my book. The 6pm class was already there and ready to get started... I could feel eyes on me during the last round to c2bs and double unders which, of course helped me push harder. 

As I was leaving a little group of people said good job which is very typical of supportive crossfitters and I thanked them though short of breath. One bearded dude said, "your pull-ups are awesome!" And I said thanks and teased a bit that I only do a couple at a time because linking them is proving to be a tough skill to master. He replied, "you're so powerful... You just fly right up there!" I laughed and sarcastically wished them all luck with their WOD. 

As I drove home I let it sink in. What a compliment! "Powerful". There are a number of areas in my life I feel just the opposite but not in the box. There is where I feel and look powerful. I. Loved. It. That random dude made my night and probably doesn't even know it. Crossfitters are a wonderfully supportive little community. 

Also the other night at work I was wearing a racer back tank top and a gal I work with very randomly asked me I I could do pull-ups... I said yes and she was like, "I knew it!", touching my back muscles that apparently made her her think I could. 

I truly do thrive on verbal praise and things like these just make me so happy. The bottoms line is I'm (hopefully somewhat secretly... Ha!) vain as fuck, aren't we all? The mental and physical changes are keeping me motivated and the fact they are noticeable is just icing on the (beef) cake. Hehe. I also think I'm quite clever ; ) 

More exciting changes on the horizon. Keep moving in the right direction.