get your head in the game!!

blaaaaaaaaaaaaahaha

it's been since....hmmm

let me figure this out.....

wednesday(?)...yeah wednesday of last week since Ive been on a normal gym schedule. It's actually really hard for me to get my head in the game when I am working out somewhere other than my familiar surroundings. I went to the gym twice in Florida - once with my sis Brit to Diamond Fitness, and another by myself to RDV (a friggin palace) both in Orlando. I've worked out at RDV many times before so I was able to get into my workout and had a fantastic leg session. At Diamond, the surroundings felt odd to me and I half assed shoulders. So instead, I forced some German Volume Training for deads and got the most out of my time there.

But being off my splits made me ancy - SUPER anxious. And being off my splits or completely NOT being able to get to a gym (for lack of transportation during most of my time in FL) meant I was being a cardio queen. So today I revamped my training splits because my brain just wants to run. I really dont want to lift! I just want to RUN.

My body has been listening and also wants to run but I have to intervene on this situation and smack myself into training chest and triceps tonight.

I don't feel like it!!

I never said I wouldn't do it....and this doesn't mean I won't have a kickass workout. In fact, I know I will. But as of this moment, I don't feel like doing shit besides running agaaaaaaain.

it's fun....

....to workout with a broken heart. That's all. To me, nothing's been a better reminder that I'm still alive than forcing myself, physically and mentally, through an emotional setback. It's during those times that I have experienced the greatest triumph and have discovered what I am truly made of.

right where you are and always have been and will forever be

this, my darkened path i stroll looking down into the brush, with its edges that feather dust my ankles searching with strain until i flicker a glance at a glimmering edge of the path and know it's really there i cant be concerned with what's ahead it only scares the shit out of me it's like i may negate for myself, a place to step if i dont look down and my feet and soul may fall deep into the river some river i dont know any river a lake an ocean i dont know an abyss or an abysmal fate that will come as quickly as my panic to correct my unfortunate misstep but if i mis-stepped, i'd live with this misstep my sickness and pleas to reverse it would be in vain i'd plunge into something that doesnt smell look taste feel like anything ive ever smelled, seen, tasted and touched before it scares the shit out of me im head rushed into thinking about all the "what-ifs" rising and falling in me, my guts raining like glitter into cob web...

saving my world

I woke up this morning with the intention of getting some cardio out of the way. Instead, I reached for my nail polish on my nightstand, touched up my french manicure and laid in bed for about 45 minutes until I decided it was safe to move around. I ran twice on Monday....and sprinted/lunged yesterday....I figured, unless my goal is to completely lose all muscle in my legs, perhaps I need to slow down. It's like that every time I go through a "seasonal" change - and not season like the weather, but season like another one of life's seasons. I sense the seasons changing. And when that happens, I am a bundle of energy buzzing and bouncing off the walls without the caffeine. Relaxing is hard. I just want to run - I want to paint - I want to be free - I want to inspire - to be inspired - to live and take advantage of all the things that make life great. Where others buckle and fall apart when change occurs, I tend to thrive. I've always been that wa...

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