The best of us get tired- even robots. Other than the moniker ‘squirrel monkey’, every so often at academy I’m called “Robot”- perhaps because I’ve traveled back in time to warn my fellow classmates of their imminent destruction, or more likely a reference to my energy- which seems to have no limits. Oh, but it does.
This week Robot Smackhouse was tired. The combination of academy, CrossFit, trying to be a good friend and wife, and roller derby practices had me beat with not altogether perfect timing- as Wednesday was a preliminary physical fitness test at academy. I improved my initial scores, but felt tired the entire day:
Situps (1 minute): 50/55
Pushups (no time limit): 61/75
300 m run: 54 sec/52
1.5 mile run: 10:40/10:14
Pullups (dead-hang): 8/8
Vertical Jump: 15in/19.5”
I’m questioning my ability to “do it all”, and wondering if the skates might need to collect dust for a little while. The feisty/determined Sookie wants to do everything, but practical Sookie thinks being healthy needs to incorporate balance. Physically, I think I could handle “doing it all”, but I want to do it with my typical spunk- and the spunk was funk this week.
I wish I was a robot. Robo Sookie would have dinner fixed by now, and I’d be in the company of the great robots who have come before me: