Reset Button

I've finally found my ‘Reset’ Button.

I've tried yoga, Zumba, pilates, Bootcamp, personal training, circuit training, meditation, and medication all in the name of relaxation. The elusive 'Happy Place' or state of Zen can now be accessed daily.

All worries and perceived problems are eradicated by my most effective reset button: Crossfit.

No matter what my mood is prior to walking through those doors, when I leave…. RESET. I am suddenly all smiles, sweat, and filled with a fresh outlook on my day. No matter how crappy my mood was before completing a WOD, when I leave I have accomplished something awesome and positive moving me one step closer each day to my dreams. Corny and cliché maybe, but I feel good. Better than good.

No matter how my day is going or what I’ve had to schedule or deal with logistics wise in order to just physically get there, when I am done with days work out, my mood for the remainder of the entire day has improved.

One of the reasons’s I like the 5:00am class is because I can awake first thing from my vast adventures in dreamland and in less than 1 hour my blood is pumping, my body is moving, bending, stretching, pushing closer to the desired range of motion our bodies were designed to move in. Nothing else exists or really matters in that moment but what you are doing right then. Everything else has been moved to the grey matter of the brain for 45min-1hr and by the time its over, you’ve sweated out whatever nagging subconscious issue had been bothering you before.

Brave people take the time out of their ridiculously hectic schedules to congregate in a common place to kick their own ass for one magic moment in time. Nobody really gives a fuck where you came from or how you got there, what matters is right now. I haven’t felt so alive in a long time, if ever.

I’m pushing my body past that invisible line separating me from my limitations. It suddenly doesn’t exist, or at least I love chipping away at it on a regular basis! So now that I’ve thrown myself over the edge of mental barriers and daily break personal records on just exactly what I can push my body to do, my natural inquisitiveness has triggered an internal investigation to see how much more I can do.

It’s not a matter of if. It’s a matter of how hard I train to get to the when (win?).

Most of the time I’m fine with this pace. Each day feeling and seeing right before my eyes improved strength, flexibility, and endurance. Sometimes I get frustrated by the pace of my progress, wanting so badly to just be able to do a WOD as prescribed and not modify, or hop up on the pull up bar without bands.

So I’m also learning the value of patience.

I’m not going anywhere, so I might as well squat low and enjoy the ride.