Peace Be The Journey

It's another Friday night in my world. Today's workout was brutal. Very rare are the occasions when I feel like I'm going to blow chunks during a workout, but tonight was one such occasion. I've really been pushing myself this week in both sprinting and lifting, as the combine is only a month away and this is one of my last big training weeks for awhile. I must admit that my legs are toast. This week I've had bungee runs, high incline runs, plyos and lots and lots of squats. It's amazing how heavy your legs can feel after just 12 seconds. My stubborn side often rears it's head and demands my legs move faster because "I do not need a spotter. I can do this by myself!", but as much as my mind wants to believe it's true, I'm so glad Scott or Alex are there to keep me on the treadmill. In my mind, this gesture is much like the old black and white movies where the there is a damsel in distress and the man swoops in to save her; except in my athl...

I've finally reached the point where I can again truthfully say I love being home. You probably think that is a normal statement, but it's not always true for me. I love to travel and go on adventures, see new places and experience new things. Bobsled allows me to live like that 6 months out of the year. I get to travel, meet new people, make new friends, eat new food, live all over the place, and be challenged by new experiences daily. I love it! This kind of environment pushes me to keep learning and growing. I don't think you'll ever catch me saying I miss school, but I have missed that aspect of school. I love to learn and be challenged. Placing yourself in this kind of environment is not always easy, but the rewards are endless. That being said, coming home can be a little bit of a letdown. Here I do the same things everyday and live in a very settled routine with most of the same people. Wake up, go to work, workout, unwind, sleep. After months of travel and ...