26. August 2016 by swissfitchick
A month of hiatus, that is pretty darn good when I think about the unintended three month blogging break I took last fall, and how awkward it felt to sit down and write again. And blissful too. Writing needs to be included in my life, there’s no other option.
Anyway, I can say that my Work-Life-Balance has not been particularly balanced the past few weeks – and even the first week of this next trip of mine seems quite hectic. Being a bridesmaid is no joke, especially when you travel 467864587 miles (my geographic sense is non existent – science-based, that I am sure of – reason why I have not even a shady idea of how far Vancouver is from Switzerland) to get to the party on time.
Also, Summer in Switzerland has been exceedingly beautiful this year and I have spent all my free time outside with the squad, albeit long working hours. I am not boozing my head off every night, as some people like to think, but whatsoever – I am for sure not home, waiting for horrible winter to arrive when it is naked weather outside. My exhibitionistic trait is obvious and when the temps tempt me (Haha. Intended pun.) to wear a bikini or maximal some kinda shorts while making life an endless summer-holiday, then well, I am in. Even if that means I walk around like a sleep deprived alien the next day. The tan compensates marks of little sleep.
Also, work has me – seriously. It is where I want to be and even if it is rough shit, with 25 hours shifts plus dealing with the sad stories of my teenagers and the consequences of their experiences, I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else. We get rewarded with 3,4,5 days off in a row sometimes during the week, which I have to understand that this is my weekend – and I may want to chill out sometimes instead of cycling around all day like a mad chicken with the head cut off. If that exists at all, but you get the idea. Spending Monday lazying around at the river and sleeping in, training in the middle of the day and have drinks at night seems weird – but I like it, because I always like weird. I still have weekends off and then I feel like a normal person. How weird.
Things have been consistent though. Work, training, friends, photography (school and my practise), writing guest articles, sex and a more or less clean food routine. Mental note to self: Work on that rest. I have come to the point where I feel exactly when to eat and when not and what – based on my body signals and nothing else. I have also come to the point where I understand, when my body needs rest from training and when I need to smash a 2-3 hours session, because I have been stuck at work for a 25hours shift and seem to not be able to get rid of all the energy exploding inside of me. My love for CrossFit hasn’t lessened and I follow my gym’s program, but I train when my work schedule allows and according to my body’s condition.
‚But you need to take at least two rest days a week.’ – I hear this over and over again, more so from people who do not train intensely or on a regular basis and I am sure that they only want my best – hence, I train on a high level since almost three years now and today, I do as much as my body can handle. I do not plan rest days. I take them as needed. I plan to train 5-6 times a week – flexible – divided into all the disciplines of CrossFit (Olympic Weightlifting, Gymnastics, Conditioning, Skillspractise, Mobility, Strength) because that is what I want to do to improve and because it makes me happy and because it is my favorite way to get wasted and slap out all that energy of mine. No rigid meal or training plan made me become relaxed and happy with these subjects. It also looks like it made me lose weight and improve my performance. Isn’t it ironic. However, there is no need to change that for a while.
Shenanigans outside of work and training are full on and keep me busy, maybe a little too much – I clearly have no self control. If something sounds appealing, like a spontaneous Barbecue, a weekend in the mountains, hanging out at the river, wine on the patio or at the favorite bar, hours long flatmate chats in the kitchen – and all the willpower to go to bed early, have some down- and me time, slow down….is gone. I rather have fun and engage with all the surprises life has in store. Too many years I had been isolating myself together with my addictions or because I didn’t want to eat different food or because I ‚had to get up early for my training’ – I will not miss out on any precious quality time due to obsessions no more. If one is an athlete and has big goals, then hell yes – work your ass off and be strict. I am old, but more hungry for life than ever before and I am not planning to stop living it to the fullest for a long time.