8. May 2016 by swissfitchick
This song speaks volumes to my heart.
There’s not a lot to add. Sometimes things happen I might understand rationally, but can’t bear up with. Despite logical reasoning being a source of comfort, my heart and my stomach will always prevail.
There are things that make me happy and I live the passions as much as I can. One of it is photography, preferably outdoors and since we were blessed by a long weekend with unconquered sunshine this week, I kept my camera hanging around my boobs and went chasing subjects. Up in the Alps, down at the harbour and all over the flea market. With either the racing car or the racing bike. Another two things that bring on my smiles.
Not my passion is kabocha. I gave it another try this weekend and I almost choked on it. Never in my life will I understand the rave about it. Letting alone the thought of doing it yourself. The kabocha that is. Or what did you think. I mean, if you had masturbation in your dirty mind, then that’s a whole different story which I can totally get along with, but kabocha? That tastes just wrong.
Anyways. Let’s talk about other things than masturbation. After slaughter a competition with the universe for 30+ years now (I will turn 38 in just a few hours to be exact), I know what I need to get where I want to and what I have to do to be happy. I usually hold on to those rituals and wisdom’s. Usually. Unless unreasonableness crosses my mind as it does quite often, and the adult actions are thrown out of the window. And I admit, this is utterly intended. I guess my nature is and will always be sassy and hyperactive – if you hadn’t known this already, then there’s no excuse now.
At least I work 100% again and earn money to buy food and pay bills. I promise, this totally compensates my bouts of crazy business.
With this churning mind, I clearly need my training more than ever. This week has been a week of four full workouts and 2 runs and one full rest day. That is a less CrossFit focused week, yet all the sessions killed me. In all seriousness, Friday and Saturday were so intense, I slept 10 hours and woke up with the soreness of my life on Sunday. It felt like my butt is hanging on to dear life (not hanging in an apparent way, that would be sad after all this squatting) and I secretly wished for a butler to bring food to my bed, make my hair and just make it possible for me not to move. I’m not even kiddin’.
In the end, it’s all about going forward, right. Despite the stones that life throws at you, don’t get distracted from your goals and stay true to yourself. I keep on hearing the term ‘it’s not the right time’ – which might be suitable for some, but I don’t understand. No one knows what is going to happen tomorrow. There will never be a better time than now, and chances pass by, if we wait for things to happen. Let’s face it – opportunity dances with those already on the dance floor. So go out there and dance. In the rain, if you must.
Big thanks to my sister from another mister, called Meghan and her little gremlin, called Ave. They had their first Mother’s Day yesterday and thanks to daily audio messages, I survive and keep sane, and give back the support as if I were an old experienced Momma. Fake it till you make it. Cause that’s what friends do.