Thursday, February 9, 2012

Epic Coffee


I am returning to my blog today – feeling refreshed for the first time in almost a week.  I believe the most important person to get to know during your life is yourself, and 25 years has taught me that practicing my literary skills when I have a temper is a recipe for disaster.  As a wise woman once said, “are you sure you have a broken heart, or are you getting your period next week?”  Sort your shit out.

I finally got some much needed personal space by being so callous and distant (sorry) that people starting leaving me the fuck alone.  I am back to my cheerful self with enough empathetic capacity to be socially functional.  I would be more than happy to hear about your struggle to choose the perfect whey protein, and I likely won’t visibly mock you when you turn the phrase “I ate a big meal after a hard workout,” to “I just slammed an epic post-wod recovery meal” … because the only thing crossfitters love more than microwave safe shoes is the epic ordinary. 

I am trying to stay focused training like a bumble-horse, but I have concluded that my focus in training is inversely related to my ability to take myself seriously.  fuck.  

The internet is SUPER PUMPED UP about the CrossFit Games Opens.  Recently, the CFG North Central Region Facebook page posted an open ended status update asking what last minute skills we were polishing to prepare for the opens... I considered the response, "getting strong enough to not be sooo shitty that I am a hindrance to my team if they are desperate enough to use me to compete."  It’s funny, because it’s true. HAHAHA. 

I am a believer in the theory that actions speak louder than words, and the only day of training I have missed in four months was due to simultaneously suffering from a broken toe and a kidney infection (what a terrible day).  I honestly want to improve as fast as physically possible, and I am seeing the results that I work hard for.  Training is going great, but girl power and sentimentalism just isn’t my style.  I may still suck, but I have at least earned the right to tell jokes.  Anyway, last time I checked, sarcasm is  paleo, and sugar free.
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About Sam

I am a writer in Omaha, Nebraska sharing my adventures in the foundations of healthy living - nutrition, being active, and being funny.

I was born in Kansas City in the sweltering summer of July, 1986. I was nearly born in the car because I was so pumped to get my life started. I have been bouncing off of the walls ever since. Growing up I hung out with the big kids who were even older than my sister (and best friend) Allie. I quickly developed an "I'm over it" 'tude toward kids my own age whose pastimes seemed juvenile - an interesting perspective coming from a preschooler. My snobbish worldview was hard earned however, as I was forced to learn both multiplication and division early to keep up when we played "school," and I was always forced to do dangerous stuff first to make sure it was okay, like eating unidentified berries and making the first run on super steep hills while sledding. We biked all day, ate wild honeysuckle, painted the house with mud, and collected cicada shells for no reason other than they stick to fabric and freaked my mom out.

I quickly realized that even little legs can get you as far as a car can, and as a young child, you really have nothing but time. My adventures were only restrained by the fact that adults do not find it acceptable for young children to explore the town on foot unaccompanied. I prematurely developed a desire to be an independent self-supporting person, so I opened a Kool-Aid/popcorn business to finance my big plans. Looking back, I would say that the only issues holding me back were my limited advertising budget and the fact that I was still too short to ride roller coasters. People just don't take you seriously when you can't go on the upside-down rides.

I was moved to Omaha in the second grade. I continued walking all over the place, exploring surrounding neighborhoods and visiting grocery stores to pick up my favorites: Goldfish, Sprite, and sugar cigarettes. I don't even think you can buy those anymore, and for the record, I never started smoking.

I never lost my hard work ethic, and I needed to increase my income to afford my new hobbies of beading and Polaroid photography. At the age of ten I mailed in a response to an advertisement for paper delivery routes without discussing the issue with my family. Sometimes you need to take matters into your own hands when people don't share you vision. The people at the Omaha World Herald must have had a good feeling about me becuase they contacted my parents to tell them that they wanted to hire me but would feel better if there was an older family member onboard. I still wonder if Allie holds any resentment toward me for pulling her into the labor force when she was only twelve.

In third grade, I followed Allie's lead and began taking dance classes at Mary Lorraine's Dance Center. For the next eleven years it became "what I did." Nowadays, I train more like an athlete, but I will always move like a dancer, and being in a studio will always feel like home.

After high school I relocated again (this time of my own volition) to study "everything" in the College of Business Administration at the University of Nebraska - Lincoln. I acquired a degree in marketing and finance that I may use someday. More importantly, I became a close friend and Alpha Phi sister with a cross country runner who easily persuaded me to train for the 2005 Lincoln half-marathon. I have been running ever since. In April 2011 I developed plantar fasciitis after jumping into an intense 50-70 mile/week schedule. This is the first athletic injury in my life. Although it has been indescribably frustrating both physically and emotionally, the silver lining is my increased receptivity to more variety in fitness disciplines.

I enjoy Pilates, yoga, enjoy Zumba, plyometric interval training, running, walking, and seeing how quickly I can run up stairs without losing my lunch. When I am too exhausted to move, I read and write. I love fiction, non-fiction, cookbooks, poetry, philosophy, song lyrics, and comedy. I have been writing for as long as I can remember. I love spell check, and felt tip pens.

I am happy and optimistic most of the time. I enjoy living simply and deeply. I hope you enjoy what I have to share.







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