‎"Nothing can stop the man with the right mental attitude from achieving his goal; nothing on earth can help the man with the wrong mental attitude." Thomas Jefferson

Spartan Shape-Up, Day 239:

It's actually a rest and recovery day today, BlogLand. My knee is feeling a little off (nothing
 big), and my body is starting to finally feel recovered from several days in a row of some work. For example, I can lift my arms above my head, without wanting to die.

I did, however, still do Day 2 of the Hundred Pushups app. Rawr.

So, my new kettlebell is floating around my living room. And by "floating" I mean, sitting. Very solidly. Do you know how heavy 1 pood is? Yeah, that's 35#. 35# is pretty damn rugged for a kettlebell. I swung it around a few times, just to test it out, and that bad boy will give me a hell of a workout. As a result of the anticipated torture it's going to inflict, I really feel like it does need a name. HMM. Maybe after my first real WOD with it, I will know.

In other news... I'm putting myself on mandated bed times, for a little while. Which, is actually right now (so I'm going to wrap this up). My body has felt tired and out of whack, I'm struggling to get in the early AM workouts, etc. etc... and basically, I need more sleep.

Plus, I'm stressing out, which is emotionally exhausting... so I think I just need more regular time with my pillow in which to just turn my brain off.

I'm stressing about the beginnings of race season, BlogLand. I have my first 10K on the 24th (just a few weeks), and I feel under prepared. After that, there's another 10K a couple weeks after that, and then a quick slide into Spartan Race and CMC season. I'm mildly panicky. And by "mildly" I mean pretty damn panicky at any given moment.

The worst part is, I just need to keep moving forward... but the panicking is hampering that. *sigh*

You didn't know this Blogess was such a Crazy, did you? (okay, maybe you had suspected).  I'm going to try and heed all the wise advise I've been given and just chill.... but, seriously, BlogLand. WOW. Overwhelmed. Excited out of my mind, but FCS (fat chick syndrome) is really flaring up... really, I don't think it's going to go away until after I get a few of these races under my belt, and I can see where my capabilities lie.

Having said that, I'm going to cease and desist tonight's freak out, and go to BED.

Up early for a run. Waha.