I’ve had a lot of time to process almost every negative emotion: sadness, anger, depression, rage, frustration, fuck-it-maybe-my-dad-was-right (does that count as an emotion?).
But mostly I’ve had this overwhelming feeling of “what’s next?”
Right now, it’s not another competition.
I’ve done the triathlon thing, long distance running, soccer, swimming, even adult league kickball. And while they all have their merits, I don’t get the same feeling of excitement and passion as I do when I lift.
So the bottom line is – I don’t have a competition plan. And it stresses me out because I have plans, and then I have backup plans and then I have backup plans for those plans.
But I do have goals:
I’m working on rock hard abs by July (so back on that low carb diet…after Austin).
I’m looking into getting my personal training certification.
I’m experimenting with more recipes and trying to master IIFYM.
And I’m going to run a 10K in June.
So I’ll keep lifting. I’ll keep blogging. And I’ll keep exploring to figure out what my next big challenge will be.
So stay tuned!