Wednesday, September 28, 2011
I was wondering if there would come a time when I'd just want to give up fight camp and get on with my life. Well, apparently that time is now.
I'm so unenthused about everything. Part of the problem is that my neck took a good beating in clinching practice on Monday evening, which resulted in a brutal migraine and a very stiff neck. Even today, two days later, I have not regained full mobility in my neck. Since I'm not clinching in my fight, this discomfort just seems...unnecessary.
I'm tired of training for hours everyday. I'm tired of eating salads for lunch. I'm tired of drinking so much water. I'm getting a lot of positive feedback about how fit and lean I'm looking, but it still feels like a waste of time some days. I miss my friends. I miss The Boy. I miss real food. I miss being able to spend my weekends doing whatever I feel like doing. I miss writing.
Hitting a wall is never fun, but I guess it's somewhat inevitable. I just hope I can climb over it to get to the other side.
What I wouldn't give to come straight home from work and spend the evening cuddled up with Chloe and The Boy. And maybe a pizza. Yeah, pizza would be good....
When you hit a wall, how do you get over it?
Posted by Story Teller at 5:00 AM