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5 gallons of freakin' mead sit in front me...

Yesterday was our Crossfit assessment day. I hired a Paleo friendly RD recommended by Robb Wolf to help with my meal planning, she's Amy Kubal. I wasn't meeting my goals and doing it the way I had wasn't working (thus explaining the failed goals). I looked at this meal plan and scoffed somewhat. How the heck do I power performance off this crap? I ate my words yesterday.

If you asked me yesterday, I'd predict feeling like the dog in the picture on Sunday. Dead. Not true. I'm the cat. I killed it yo'!Not really, but I did good and I recoved like a champ. Within the short breaks, my system was up and running. Today, I have soreness in my belly from first ever real GHD's and that's it. It isn't that I took it easy, but I think this Amy chick knows what she's doing. In the few weeks I've been on this meal plan, I'm getting better. I've always work to be better, but now I have the fuel to keep me on that path. THANKS AMY!

What was my biggest disappointment yesterday? Wallball shots at a 12ft target. Dude, I'm short. That's an excuse. There's no bonus points for completing life when you're shorter than the average girl. Crossfit is no different. I need to work on those. What did I like about yesterday? I got 10 really good HSPU in a row before coming off the wall. Not anything to "run tell that." BUT, I'm happy with the quality of my HSPU and I'm not going to rob myself of the joy that I did enough to put a smile on my face. Yay!

Favorite lines running through my head right now - keep on keepin' on AND "ain't nobody gonna break my stride, ain't nobody gonna hold me down, O NO, I got to keep on movin..."

Also, I we racked our homebrew today. There are, seriously, FIVE GALLONS of mead in my kitchen. Yikes!

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