I did my best
Ah, what can I say? The alarm went off at 4:40 a.m. this morning, I stood up, I looked around for a moment . . . I glanced at the bed. 'I want to go back to bed,' I thought. I flicked off the lamp and crawled back into bed. It felt good for a minute. I slept for another two hours. It wasn't really a restful sleep. As I laid there I ruminated about what to do. Should I just consider today an 'off' day and not go work out? I knew I could always go to a later CrossFit class (i.e., later on today). I decided to consider it an off day. I got up and started working. Then after a while I decided to check the CrossFit Dixie schedule. I saw I could make it to the 9 a.m. class. I realized: I really want to go to that class. I was craving it. The perfectionist in me felt like a chump for not having made it to 'the first class of the day' at 5:15 a.m. But I got over that. I was just happy I was going in to work out. With the sun shining bright overhead. Not as thrilling as slipping out under the moonlight, but hey, I'll take what I can get. I always feel a little antsy right when I walk in, but as soon as I started warming up I felt a spiritual connectedness. I was so happy I was there. One of my dreams is to create some kind of a place -- akin to a monastery -- where it is inevitable that anyone who lives there and goes through the daily routine will get into great shape. We would all eat healthy food together, work out together, go on hikes, walks, etc. Maybe some people would stay for a while, others would stay for a few years, some would stay there until death (me). There's a place near St. George that everyone used to call the 'fat farm,' and from what I hear there are other such places sprouting up. These kinds of places are in the spirit of what I'm talking about. Except that I would want it to be more explicitly a spiritual sanctuary. Anyway. The workout was great today, very intense. By the end I was completely exhausted. I struggled to complete the final push-ups. I did my best.