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Rushing. A tool not to be frequently used.

Today was about rushing. Up just wee earlier than usual, but it was a rush out of bed to get to the gym to do some work on strength and skills. We didn't want to bother the on-going class, so we stopped one exercise short of our set. Saved for later, don't worry, it was like Crossfit leftovers. We rushed to clean up and rushed to work. Good thing about work? Cubicle walls that allow me to do some of the Mobility WOD. Stretched out and ready to go...to my dress fitting. Back to work I went after my "lunch break." Then rushed over to the other side of town for dance lessons. Rushed back to Crossfit to finish the leftovers and today's WOD. Rushed home to eat. Rushing is done.

A sense of urgency is necessary. I get that. Rushing however is a depreciation of that. It is senseless. Moving quickly, while keeping your wits does not equate to rushing. My idea of rushing is make it from Point A to Point B and saying "fuck it" to everything between. Rushing leads to bad form in workouts. Pushing limits leads to increased condition. Not the same in my mind. Rushing is not a frequent flier in my mind.

On a side note for all the Crossfitting ladies out there in the local area - Myrna's Tailor Shop is the best around. If you've got a difficult figure to deal with (i.e. athletic) and you want to wear really cute clothes, she can help. She's put hands on most my clothes so I don't feel like such a clown in dresses.

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Anonymous said…
When do I sleep?.....when do YOU sleep!? I like your take on rushing, and will definitely be taking it into consideration....I'm guilty as charged :(

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