There is one commander over the disbursement of mental energy over the past 3600 minutes. You can attempt to dilute the CFO's potent blend of mind control with day to day activities, but the question of what your greatest delivered performance will still be gnawing at your temples.
Since there are several days to get the work done and several opportunities to obtain your best performance, the mind can play some fantastic chess with your game plan. There were plenty of distractions to keep me away from the game board this week. Between work, getting time in the saddle and a few unexpected bumps in the road each day was it's own contest.
Today's daily (non-game) WOD consisted of thrusters and pull-ups. At first I wasn't going to bite into it and instead allow one more day of rest to cash in for tomorrows second attempt at WOD1. The longer I thought about it, the more anxious I became (I enjoy having some work to do) and eventually I went for a lighter version of the prescribed weight.
It felt good going through the motions of the workout, there's something cathartic about it being "just another day at the box" it's practically a sedative in a way. With so much focused energy on bloody double unders these past few days, hitting the bar was just delightful.
Tomorrows a big day for several of my box mates. Whether they're going for one or they're going for ten rounds, they will be bringing everything they have to the floor. No one's counting their chickens before they hatch, but every single member of our team is willing each other to "get some" tomorrow and that there in itself is some greatness.