If you know anything about war, or even if you don't you can probably figure out, that fighting a war is hard. It's not pretty, there's a lot of pain, loss, suffering, and a lot of things that make you open your eyes and look at yourself and the world around you in a different light. Miltary strategy will tell you that it is best to fight a war while on the high ground, with good protection, lots of ammo, and only in one general area. It's also really helpful if that area has good exfil route just in case things start to go sideways.
Fighting a war in more than one area, however, will lessen your supplies and split your defenses. I'm a girl who loves analogies, so let me just say that this is what my life has been like for several months. I'm not fighting a war on a hill, with a bunch of hescos and anti-tank guns. Nope. I've been fighting on so many fronts, that my reserves are all but depleted, my ammo is all but gone, and I'm about to make the call to fix bayonets. If you get that military analogy, then you totally get it. If you're sitting here saying, what the ef is she talking about.... allow me to explain. When you run out of ammo, and you're about to be overrun, the last thing you can do is fight your enemy hand to hand. Fix bayonets was always the last call when the enemy was within fighting space. Granted, that is an antiquated analogy, but still, you get the point. The enemy has been in my face for the last few months, and he is coming from all sides.
When I first started this blog, I was so excited. I loved CrossFit, I wanted to spread the word, and I wanted to get out there and be all the CrossFit I could be. I was determined to be, as someone once said, "the poster child" for CrossFit. I zoned (yeah for those of you who have been around long enough, remember when CrossFit preached the Zone? Yeah, I do too.) hardcore and lost 20 pounds. I ran marathons, I began to compete in CrossFit, and then life smacked me in the face. My job got demanding, I worked more at my second job, I've gone further into debt instead of further out, and the happy CrossFit feelings just weren't there anymore. Those fun blogs that I loved writing just weren't coming. And truth is, they're still not. But.... the good news is, I'm getting there.
I'm a perfectionist. I am, and it's been one of my biggest downfalls of my adult life. I'm so driven and so determined to do everything and to do it really well that it causes problems. As life has put me through the paces, I've never allowed myself any slack. I've expected the same out of myself at CrossFit and everywhere else. And this year, more than any other year, as I approach my six year anniversary with CrossFit, I feel it. I feel as if my nutrition has been so terrible, I don't even want to admit what I've been eating. My sleep cycle has been atrocious. I've been working upwards of 10-15 hours everyday, and I have completely lost sight of the important things.
At 31, I have had to have some long hard looks at what is going on with me. In the past nine months, I have had a shoulder injury that prevented me from going overhead for two months, I had a relatively invasive mouth surgery that left me out of the box for nearly 2 weeks, I had another health situation which sidelined me for another almost 2 full weeks, one of my best friends stopped speaking to me for reasons still unknown to me, and I gained nearly 15 pounds. All of that has taken a toll. It has felt like I'm out of ammo, and I've been fighting an enemy that is EVERYWHERE.
That's a lot. I didn't want to write about that. I didn't want to share that. That's not happy. It's not upbeat. And it certainly isn't something that I'm proud of. But I've really had to sit and talk with myself and say that this has to change. I've got to do something about what I'm doing to myself or I'm not going to be able to keep CrossFitting or being a normal, sane human being. (normal for ME anyway.... :P) So, at 31, I finally have admitted that it's ok to ask for help. I've been regularly seeing a chriopractor to help keep my stuff in line. I've begun seeing a nutritionist who is helping me to (once and for all) beat the addiction I have to sugar. I've had to cut back (sometimes) at the restaurant in order to keep my sanity, and I have really had to give a hard look at my interactions with other people. Somewhere along the line, I stopped being a good friend. I forgot that in order to have a friend, you must be a friend. And truthfully, while I may feel as if I am ready to find someone, and not necessarily get married, but start spending some QT with them, I have to acknowledge that my schedule and where I have been mentally, makes that a challenge. I met someone who I do really enjoy.... the only problem is.... he doesn't feel the same.... and even if he did, Hawaii is a long way from DC. But, I'm still hopeful that someday that ship is going to come in for me. I know that somewhere in me, there is a fun, outgoing, and very caring person. She's gotten lost. And I feel as if for the past 2 years, I've really been trying to find her. It feels like right now, after bottoming out so to speak, this is the closest I have been to finding her in a long time. I have had to cut myself some slack. I've had to admit that I need help juggling everything. I've had to admit that I may not be able to compete at CrossFit. I have had to admit that sometimes, three days a week is all I can give. And the most important part of all of that is realizing that it really is OK.
CrossFit teaches us to be hard on ourselves. To always push for more, and always work harder to get to that next level, but recently Jon Gilson wrote this fabulous article about setting realistic goals and not piling things onto ourselves too quickly. In my life, I have never agreed with something more. I'm getting the help that I need from my fantabulous team of people who are working to help put me back together again.... and once I'm there.... the sky really is the limit. I just need to keep fighting.