We celebrated with beers and bocce ball at the newest German bar in Seattle. It was just what I wanted to do... low key, casual, getting my ass kicked at bocce. And the beers were this big:
|Well... my beer was this big. Other people's were totally normal size. And I had two. Happy Birthday to me!!!|
Unfortunately, my actual birthday was not as successful as my party. I worked ALL day. Regular work 8-4, coaching 5-7:30, competition course 7:30-8:30. Long day. And I maybe cried. Several times. For no apparent reason. Even in CrossFit. Oh yes... total CrossFit meltdown (almost equivalent to the great med ball clean meltdown of 2012). I had a moment - I felt crappy at coaching and like I couldn't teach even basic movements without mucking it up - and then I had my own workout and felt like I couldn't do ANYTHING. Some nights - things don't click. Even things I've been doing for a year. It led to tears. Really?! There is no crying in CrossFit -- unless you've hurt yourself or you've pushed so hard that you can't help it. But I feel like there are times that CrossFit breaks me. It's not necessarily bad - it's just that it's usually my place that I go to push until I can't go any more and it makes me feel better when I'm stressed out or feeling anxious. However, when a movement seems like it's just not coming together - it can break you. Well. It broke me. On my birthday. But it's okay. A little bit of breaking is okay, especially because I am totally capable of putting myself back together.
Positive side... I got to eat this on my birthday:
|The new Burger Bistro at the Westin is AMAZEBALLS.|