I've Seen Better Days

Very rarely do I ever leave the gym NOT smiling, laughing, teasing, looking forward to returning the next day, ~~skipping holding hands and singing while birds fly out of my butt~~...

Unfortunately, today was one of those days...

You know, that day that you leave feeling like you didn't give it everything you've got? Where you feel like if you tried just a bit harder you might have achieved the goal you were aiming for?

No? Haven't ever felt that way? Good for you, you over achiever. Pat yourself on the back and sleep easy tonight knowing you have mastered the universe.

For the rest of us average Josephines, these things happen.

I'm pretty sure even Disney princesses have bad days... or they would, if they were real.

The important thing that I've learned is not to beat yourself up over it. Throw a Tinkerbell-tantrum, get it out of your system, and get back to work.

As a flawed people, we aren't judged by our failures, but by how we react to them.

But he said to me, “My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.” Therefore I will boast all the more gladly about my weaknesses, so that Christ’s power may rest on me. That is why, for Christ’s sake, I delight in weaknesses, in insults, in hardships, in persecutions, in difficulties. For when I am weak, then I am strong. - 2 Corinthians 12:9-10

Revealing our weaknesses teaches us to be humble, not prideful. It is an important part of our spiritual growth. Don't dwell on your weakness or your failure. Learn from it. Be humbled. And grow.

Today's WOD:
Push Press 3 rep max
3-3-3-3-3

Result:
65-75-85-95x1-90x2

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