Today I know I did Crossfit yesterday. My lats are sore. My inner thighs are killing me. I walk with a slight limp, a list to the left. Standing up is not so bad, but sitting down is of the "aim and fall" variety. I am constantly grateful that there are things--chair arms, counters--to hold on to in this house.

I feel glorious.

I didn't sleep until about 2:30 this morning. I woke up around 8:30. For me, this is reasonable, or at least what I've gotten used to. I made breakfast and ate half of it, then lost interest. I've been drinking water like it's going out of style--I'm on my third liter. I feel really good. I feel happy. I feel motivated. I feel present in my body, and I feel like my body is happy with me right now.

I keep thinking about that fence. That fence is an obvious weakness, and I want to tackle it. I want to go do some fence runs right now, but given the state of my walk I think an attempted run would be a bad idea. CF is known for the balls-to-the-wall attitude of its members, and you don't have to search hard to find horror stories of permanent injuries acquired in boxes.

I have long been disappointed in my body. I have long struggled with accepting that it is what it is, and have been known to push too hard and ignore my own signals and my training. My frustration with my body is low right now, though. I am feeling motivated, yes, but not impatient.

Tomorrow morning at 5:30am I'll be back in the box. My body needs rest today.