Tuesday...

I sit here late on Tuesday, realizing my daily blog is more of a every-other-day blog. Ah well, I guess I'm an every-other day kinda gal. There's just so much to do and see in this old life.  I can't be married to a daily recompte and expect to create something worth writing about too...

I wanted to call my blog My Camino but sadly, the title is enjoying fame elsewhere in the blogsphere. Why camino? I love fiddle, and one of my favourite players is Oliver Shroer. One of his later recordings was made on the  Camino de Santiago de Compostela. This is an ancient pilgrimmage route, or road, across France and Spain, and he walked it, violin and recording equipment in hand, recording in the old churches that line the camino. His music to me is like a flipbook cartoon or stop-motion animation fooling the eye into believing it sees action where only still pictures exist. My ears are constantly fooled into thinking that several players contribute to the end product, where in fact, it is Oliver, just himself, filling my senses with all the notes I need to hear his orchestra.

People are like a flipbook cartoon and it isn't until you watch the pages flip that you see the whole person. I fear I have been a flipbook with a few pages stuck together, because I have enjoyed lingering on some of the stills. Mother, wife, working stiff, sewer, fiddler, writer, painter of walls, raiser of chickens.....all good things to be. But I used to be more. A cross-country runner, swimmer, cheerleader ... and I have missed that. My occupations of the last 30 years all involve sitting and thinking. No moving. Very incomplete and unbalanced. I think it's time to get movement back into the flipbook, look at those pages that have been stuck together. Thus begins my journey on the camino to wholeness.

So after a few stiff-legged days, Sarah and I ventured back to Raw Crossfit for our first On-Ramp lesson with Whitney. Rowing warm-up....lessons in kettleball swings, and then we headed into the 1/2 Helen... three rounds of a 200m run, 12 kettle ball swings and 6 chinups. The run was a killer for me but even though the first two hundred metres seemed the longest, it was surprisingly short and  doable. And we did do it (!) I was tired, but it felt good to be tired. Sarah was energized (!!), and she's a good little runner. We were surrounded by folks who work hard, have a great time and go home feeling as we did; accomplished. Thanks to Whitney, Laurie and Sian, and all of you at the gaim tonite. What a great example for us to follow!

I also think Raw Crossfit has an amazing set of rules for anything, I print them here and hope nobody minds:  The 7 Rules of RAW.

 

1. I promise to do my best. My best will vary from day to day, minute to minute. But in that minute I will do my absolute best.

2. If I can run, I run. If I have to walk, I walk. When I am forced to crawl, I crawl. Then I rest and live to fight another day.

3. I may struggle, curse, and cry but I will never quit.

4. I will never criticize or beat myself up for what I can’t do today. I will just try again tomorrow.

5. I promise to believe in myself, beginning each workout with the thought that "I can do this!"

6. I show up to my workouts because I am committed to my health. My commitment to health is an act of self-love.

7. I acknowledge that my diet is the most important part of my program. The cleaner it is, the better I do.

 

I think I feel the flipbook pages beginning to separate.