Faithless Street

C. Dil: Law student, general overachiever, CrossFit addict, avid athlete, music lover, bibliophile, political cartoon junkie, star procrastinator, and rainbow queermo. I am mildly allergic to people, and generally addicted to bad ideas.

#748- “I’m single and I’m having my most intense and gratifying relationship with a dog. But we all learn about love in different ways, and this way happens to be mine.

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Caroline Knapp, Pack of Two: The Intricate Bond Between People and Dogs (via fidansquotes)

…Except with my cat…

Well. Fuck.

I got shown up on 13.2 by a teammate. 315 v. my 271. I don’t think I could’ve gone any faster without completely blowing up. I never stopped moving. I’ve been crushing her in WODs consistently since she joined WolfPack. We we’re friends before, but now she’s been icy since joining. I don’t know what’s up. 

Game. On. 

I think my schedule may have thrown me a bit, too. She can spend 4-5 hours at the gym doing WODs, Mobility, Olympic Lifting, and odd training. I have 1-2 hours before it’s back to school or the books. LAW SCHOOL IS INTERFERING WITH MY TRAINING. Oh well. Life ain’t fair. I’ll make the best of what I’ve got. Our team needs good scores to qualify. If I’m not meant to make the team, I’m not. But, at least I gave it everything, cheered everyone on, and made myself useful where I could. 

There’s something about sober living and sober thinking, about facing long afternoons without the numbing distraction of anesthesia that disabuses you of the belief in the externals, shows you that strength and hope come not from circumstances or the acquisition of things, but from the simple accumulation of active experience, from gritting the teeth and checking the items off the list, one by one, even if it’s painful and you’re afraid.

—Caroline Knapp (via thechocolatebrigade)