I have recently been accused of being over-zealous regarding health and fitness.
I came down the stairs yesterday and mentioned how sore my glutes were from doing 100 wall balls and front squats this week. And I was hit with, “Will you just shut up about CrossFit?! That’s all you ever talk about. You’re obsessed! And now with this new 30-day challenge you’re over-zealous!”
Hmmm. I go to the gym and I’m chastised for negative self-talk, I go home and I’m chastised for positive self-talk. At least no one chastises me when I’m alone in my truck, listening to CrossFit and weightlifting Podcasts.
I suppose it doesn’t help my case when Suzanne comes home and has to crawl over the Dumbbell Shipment the UPS man left on the front steps. Or the fact that every time she goes to leave for work, a stealthy delivery ninja has left another box of supplements from PurePharma. Or the fact that I eat my meals accompanied by a spreadsheet to track calories and macronutrients.
But I do not take such accusations laying down. I politely defended myself and said, “I don’t just do CrossFit and talk CrossFit, like you said. I also write about it!”
Since I needed to diffuse the situation, I asked her if she would like to go for an outing on Saturday. I offered to skip going to the gym, so Suzanne and I could go to the Vintage Bazaar at Pettingill Farm in Salisbury. She was delighted.
It was a beautiful day for this fair. We drove all the back roads through North Andover, Georgetown, Rowley, and Newbury to get there. It was a delightful autumn day. Perfect for such an event. This was going to help me convince Suzanne that my world doesn’t revolve around CrossFit.
When we entered the farm I was enjoying watching the chickens, as Suzanne was checking out antiques and architectural salvage items. We had been on the grounds less than five minutes. As we turned the corner I saw a familiar face, as I heard a voice holler “Chuck!” It was Linda, Tia’s mom. We hugged and I introduced Suzanne to Linda. Linda introduced her friend to us. Then Linda started talking all about last weeks CrossFit competition and her buddy told me how much she likes my blog. We chatted for about fives minutes and then we parted ways.
As Suzanne continued her search for rusty treasures, she said, “you’re all obsessed.”
I don’t think I’m winning this argument.