The Next Level

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I went to a new class tonight.  It’s still CrossFit.  It’s just called a Competitor’s Course.  I thought I’d give it a shot.  I was told it would be more attention to form and more one-on-one, which it was.  I was also told it would take a little longer than our usual hour.  Basically what it boiled down to was two full workouts and two full heavy workouts in this two-hour time frame.  After I was finished, I felt the closest I’d ever come to puking my guts out after a workout in a very long time.

I ran a freaking half marathon a month ago without ever feeling like vomiting, and this one class just about put me over the edge.  In fact, it was a VERY conscious effort on my part to simply not throw up.  And still, two hours later, my arms and legs are like Jell-O.

The thing about these workouts is that every time during and immediately after the workouts I’m questioning my sanity.  Why in the hell am I putting my body through this when there are lots of easier ways to work out.  Then, once I catch my breath, I feel like I can conquer the world.  And the next morning, too, when I’m so sore I can barely move, I start questioning all over again.  But once I get up and moving, I’m good to go.

Part of the workout tonight was that if we stopped to rest and our reps weren’t unbroken, we had to start all over from 1 with that exercise.  There was no way I was going to quit moving.

Just keep moving.

I think we need to let that idea wash over us and in ever aspect of our lives in all of its profound goodness.

Just keep moving.

Whether we’re running uphill, downhill or on a straightaway and whatever season in life, just keep moving.  Too much of life is passing us by while we’re sitting on the couch.  We’re watching actors and actresses living out their dreams while we’re just sitting and waiting for ours to come find us.  Not much happens in the waiting periods.  It’s once you get up and get moving where the magic happens.

The beauty is in the journey.

Just keep moving.