I'd like to think that's what I look like, but I'm pretty sure I'm not quite there yet. I couldn't quite tell you what there is, though. My pants do fit better than when I started doing it. My arms are more toned. I can actually do a pull up now--mind you it's a kipping pull up with a black band (the 2nd thinnest support), but I could barely do one with a green AND purple band (the widest & 2nd widest support band) when I started. I can even do a real push up. I'm not bragging, and certainly there are others at my box (that's what we call a crossfit gym) that can do amazingly more than I can, but I am proud of myself.
Yesterday's workout was a bit on the hard side of things. Thirty box jumps, 20 push press, then 30 pull ups. As many rounds as possible in 20 minutes. I did 2 (rounds!), plus 11 box jumps of round 3, thank you very much. I was proud of my accomplishment, but at the same time was a bit self-deprecating thinking I could have done more, but didn't. I might have been a bit slow on the 2 rounds of pull ups, but I honestly felt I did push myself on the box jumps and push press. In the middle of my picking on myself, one of my beautiful crossfit buddies, Tara, reminded me that I am awesome. First of all, I was there...at 5:00 in the morning...working out. Most people are sleeping at 5 a.m. I'm not better than them. I've just made a commitment to do that so I do it. But that does make me awesome. It's out of the norm. It's exceptional, and that is awesome in itself. Here's the other part that makes me awesome: I did it. Yeah, baby. I did it.
There is a fine line between humble and self-deprecating. I like to think I'm humble. I know that all my abilities come from God. Apart from Him, I can do nothing. He gave me this body and mind. They make up who I am. I don't work out because I hate my body. I don't even dislike it. Is it perfect by the crazy standards the world sets? Nope. But I still love it, and it's the only body I'm going to get in this life. I can take care of it as best as I can and see how far I'll go, or I can fill it with junk and abuse it and feel like junk along this journey called life. I choose to be awesome.
How do you choose to be awesome? Comment below.