I'm still THAT person, but this time it's brought on by too many carbs in addition to the rowing and the burpeeing and the running; I'm not a finely tuned instrument, but these days I do react to refined sugar with a racing pulse and a desire to assume the position (prone) for hours at a time. Fortunately, central FL, where I'm enjoying my Christmas day with my parents, is very flat, and I have yet to encounter a flight of stairs in any store, home, or other building around here. And it's a driving kind of place, so the only walking I'm doing is through the supermarket toward the TastyKakes (KandyKakes, people!). Plus, it's about 80 degrees and cloudy, but it should burn off, leaving a gorgeous, shorts-weather kind of day. Sorry, rest of the country! Enjoy that snow!
The plan tomorrow is to see if I can connect with Pedro Carvalho in Port St. Lucie for some training. Meantime, there's more Christmas food to be cooked and eaten, and next week the plan is to get back to my normal training schedule and start writing/finding an agent. I know I'm ready to do this because I've been reading a ton, which usually precedes a writing jag, and the universe is conspiring with me: some of my Christmas gifts this year included a how-to manual for making a living writing one book, Mark Twain's Roughing It, and Dara Torres' Age Is Just a Number.
So I guess I'm going to be competing, CrossFitting, and writing my head off in 2010; it's written in the stars. I turn 40 in July (yes, I've been practicing saying that. Forty. 40. Twice twenty. Half of 80. Jeebus.), so 2010 will be a turning point, at least in my head. I don't know what I'll be turning toward, but it seems like it is time to crush some grappling and CrossFit challenges before that happens--with a little help from my friends, to quote the Beatles, though in my case it will be a lot of help. Fortunately, there are some pretty awesome grapply and CrossFit events coming down the pike early in the new year, so after this next weekend of Carbapalooza and just maintaining my fitness in the face of very little equipment, I'll be killing it (or myself) in January and beyond.
Yes, this time of year is perfect for introspection. This isn't necessarily a good thing for those of us who are already prone to navel gazing, but I've got my game plan--and of course I realize that that means nothing will go according to it. Such is life--and that's what makes it wonderful. Regardless, I hope you have yours, and that you are all having a wonderful holiday season, full of magic and promise and fulfillment. Now go have some egg nog and put on that new garish holiday sweater. It will make your mom happy.