I took this picture last night and I love how it turned out. The main focus is Terrell doing firehose slams, and he even commented that he looked “mildly strong in this pic”. HAH. He looks like a badass!
|Firehose Slams at Crossfit Total Control|
I had booked a last minute massage with my friend Chuck, and whenever I book appointments with him, I find myself eagerly awaiting and counting down the hours til I get to see him. Sounds like a creepy, one-sided romance, doesn’t it?
It is quite heavenly. I’ve always been weirded out about male massage therapists. The thought of some guy rubbing all over me sorta creeped me out, and I dunno. I was just never okay with it. My regular LMT recommended him though, knowing the kind of pressure I had been looking for as of late, and I trusted her judgment and gave Chuck a try.
It was awesome. HE is awesome.
Usually, my first time with a new therapist is weird. Awkward. They don’t know your body, they don’t understand why you’re sore. I feel for these people, because they have to deal with new people all the time, and this is why I’ve kept the same massage therapist for so long. Because she’s AWESOME. But, she can only do 90 min at a time, and only on the weekends, and she gets booked up fast. 🙁
With what I’ve been putting my body through lately, I’ve been toying with the idea of seeing someone who actually practiced structural integration, and when Dave’s friend Jaret, who’s also a massage therapist/healer/structural integrationist/crystal collector/spiritual human being/beatboxer, visited a couple months back, he spent some time working on both of us. Once he put his hands on my back and neck, I instantly changed my mind on having a male therapist. (That’s when I asked my regular girl who she might recommend, and without hesitation, she referred me to Chuck.)
So anyway, all that for this. I’ve only seen him a few times, but each time, he finds spots on me that he ends up spending FOREVER on. My quads, my shoulders, my calves, my lower back, my upper back, my traps. It’s ridiculous. If he booked 3 hour appointments, I’d take one, with a pee break, followed by another 2 hour appointment.
It’s like when Dave touches me, he finds tension on me that I didn’t even know existed. But his wrists get so sore so quickly, that I hate even asking him to work on me, even though he’s spectacular at it. 🙁
Finding the time to care for my body, and give it the therapy it needs has really made me focus on continuing to care for it. Story time.
Our new employee, Frank, asked me what our process was for creating new products today. I laughed, mainly because it’s something I’ve been thinking about lately, especially since I haven’t devoted much time to creating new products in the last couple months (which bothers me). If only had a clone! (JAMIE!)
So.. after I laughed, and he probably felt like an ass since I laughed at his question, I went on to explain that my best products are designed at night, while I’m drinking.
Herein lies the problem. I don’t really drink anymore. I don’t even consider it. It’s not even an option.
This whole being healthy thing and caring about what goes into my body has led me to the point where I just have ZERO desire to drink, be drunk, or recover from being drunk. I don’t want it, I don’t like it, I don’t miss it.
My old trusty vodka cranberry beverage, in my tall, ice-filled tervis tumbler, just isn’t there anymore. I spend all this time and effort making myself better, with good, clean, healthy foods, and intense exercise that would blow most people out of the water.. why on earth would I go and pour some alcohol down afterwards?
So.. I told him my creativity has apparently suffered because of my Crossfit problem. It’s not that my creativity has suffered, we’ve just been really stupid busy, and I’ve spent more time doing competitions, working out, and writing my own blog than I have creating new products. It also goes in waves. If I’m not feeling it, it’s not happening. This will be changing soon, since I’ve been contemplating some good stuff lately. 🙂