It's our measuring stick for progress. It makes my stomach sink every time I hear it. It's 17 minutes of hell. But it's our measuring stick. And so we did it on Saturday. And it sucked. And my score was 4 points worse than last time. I expected, knew, my score was going to be worse. I had an injection in a tendon in my shoulder to accelerate the heeling, hence swelling and inflammation. I feel stronger but my score doesnt show that at all. The only place it showed was box jumps but if you had seen my box jumps before there was no where to go but up. Poor Don and all his patience as I flounder through them. Oddly I rocked out more each round than I did in the one before. Everything else sucked. But that's a turning point for this week and doing better. It's going to be a rough one. My boss is out, I'm in charge, scary thought I know. My goal for this week is at least 6 hours of sleep each night (7 is ideal but let's be realistic), to get up when the alarm goes off and to hit all my training sessions. Clean slate.
So I have thought about this for a while. Do I actually write this post? Do I put my dirty laundry out there for everyone? Or the handful that read my blog. And if I do, what do I say? Do I slam those involved? Do I take the high road? When is a “good” time to put it out there? A few days under my belt and there is probably no better time. So no secret, my ex-boyfriend was my coach. That worked out mildly well while we were together but add a breakup and somehow it just doesn’t work out as smoothly. Add a few of the worst things a person could do to another in there and disaster doesn’t even begin to describe. But I have this eternal belief that I can make any situation work. That I can fix things. It’s what makes me good at my job. I’m an eternal optimist. But it’s what causes me to not be so good at my personal life. Even when things are clearly not good, I still think I can fix it and make it right...
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