Hey there friends! How are ya?
I went to bed around 11:30 last night and woke up at 12:30 today. Which is a long time to sleep, but dang, it felt good. I’m convinced I’m still catching up on shut-eye from last weekend at my coach’s cert.
WHICH, by the way….. I passed!!!!! You are looking at a CrossFit Level 1 trainer. Woohoo! I’ve already begun to put my skills to good use by helping people at the gym who look confused. It’s so satisfying to take someone from not being able to squat, to being able to do it easily. Ah, the little joys.
Other little joys:
Trader Joe’s organic, fair trade breakfast blend. I swear it’s so good I don’t even think about putting stevia or milk in it. It has so many mind-blowing awesome flavors. Makes me way happy.
I had it this morning with bacon and sunny-side-up eggs. Love the runny yolks!
Omega-3′s in my eggs…. what?
I have to say though, one thing I’m kind of confused about is the omega-3 content of the eggs I bought yesterday. Typically, at Wegman’s, I buy the local “happy hen” eggs that they keep in a small cooler in the organic section. When I went to buy them, the cooler was filled instead with Organic Valley and Wegman’s Brand organic butter, and I was able to find organic eggs in the regular egg cooler. Which, first of all, was kind of strange. I was okay with buying the organic, cage-free Wegman’s brand eggs, until I came home and noticed that there was a label on the eggs reading “Contains — mg of Omega-3 fatty acids per egg!”. And I thought to myself… how the heck do you get omega-3 fatty acids (a MEASURABLE amount, at that), inside of an egg and still call it organic?
Honestly, I’m kind of confused, and kind of grossed out by the fact that I could taste the omega-3′s in the eggs. I’d be curious to hear if any of you have any input into this topic and/or are equally grossed out. I’m resisting returning them and getting the more expensive, less omega-3-doped-up eggs from the natural foods store. They just taste plain weird.
On another note, yesterday’s Invictus workout was awesome and equally painful.
Photo via WODTalk on Instagram
Oh, yeah. Dat be nasty.
The first round of back squats, I was able to do unbroken. The second round (front squats), I had to drop the bar and come back to it a few times.
I’m feeling it today, mainly in my lower back (clearly, once I got tired, the shoulder-to-overheads started to lack in good form), but I’m just happy that I did the workout. Lately, I’ve been making excuses. And guess what, people. Excuses are dumb.
I made excuses that I was smoked from the week (this muscle or that muscle).
I made excuses that I was getting over an illness.
I made excuses that I didn’t want to rip my hands again.
I made excuses that I ate way too big a brunch and would pukie if I worked out right this second.
I hate excuses so much. They just feel dirty when they come out of your mouth.
Since there was a group of about eight of us doing the workout, I swallowed my pride and did the workout. I was the last to finish, but I finished, and that’s all that matters. I did rip my hands again, but like I said. No more excuses. Wrap the hand, suck it up. That’s tough love I need to keep giving myself.
Today I’m spending the better part of the day studying, recovery-fueling, and working on blog things. On the list of things that make me really happy, blogging is right at the top. I’ve been stressed lately, and coming back to this place and writing is the best outlet.
Love you guys! Look out for a post more in-depth into my diet and why I’m making changes.
How was your weekend?
What’s your favorite morning coffee?! (or tea!)
How did you #sweatdirty this weekend?