Don’t tell me what to do

Recently I started wearing red lipstick. Not like, sheer red lip gloss. Like, RED. LIPSTICK.

see?

And I feel pretty great about it. Not only does it make me feel awesome, my beloved grandma Nancy wore red lipstick all the time and it makes me feel like I’m channeling her. And she was amazing so that’s great news.

But I got mad yesterday.
And here’s why:

I’m minding my own business at the check out line at the HEB and a guy remarks to me, “a little dressed up?”
I’m looking at my outfit like, “um, no.”
He’s like, “it’s just that the lipstick you’re wearing. It’s a lot. You probably shouldn’t wear it. I don’t like it.”
Me: *flames flying out of my ears* That’s a good thing. Red doesn’t really seem like it’d be your color.

OKAY, HERE’S THE THING: if you don’t like bright red lipstick, guy, then don’t wear it.
It is absolutely not your place nor any of your business what I, or anyone else, chooses to put on their body.  I am not here for your viewing pleasure.

And then I started thinking about it. And about how many times people have told me that I should/shouldn’t do something because THEY like/don’t like it.

How many times someone has said,
“you shouldn’t wear that dress”
“you shouldn’t be blonde”
“red isn’t your color”
“don’t get too muscular”
“don’t lift too much”

And the thing is, I’m not asking for their opinion.
I’m not saying, “hey, I’m thinking about wearing red lipstick, what do you think?” I’M WEARING IT ALREADY.
This is not an invitation for your unsolicited opinion about what you prefer me to do/wear/look like.
I’m wearing it/doing it because IIIIIII like it and IIIIIIII want to.
And if I had always listened to the people who told me “you shouldn’t” or “don’t”, I’d probably never accomplish anything I wanted to.

After talking it over with Mama Nancy, I’ve decided that there’s only one good response to people who tell me, “don’t…” or “you shouldn’t…”, etc.

So the next time someone tells me “you shouldn’t wear red lipstick”,
my only response will be a big smile and then to say “or else, what?”

"I thought you’d be fatter than that" and other left handed compliments

So I’m at my corporate office, minding my own business, headed to pick up some stuff from upstairs when I run into a girl who works in the office but I’ve never met.

Conversation ensues.

Me: “Hey girl”
Her: “Hey, you’re Ace, right?”
Me: “Yeah, that’s me.”
Her: “Oh. I thought you’d be, like, way fatter than you are.”
Me: “…”
Her: “Well, it’s just that [insert other coworkers name here] said you’re into like, weightlifting and stuff, so I just figured you’d be really fat.”
Me: “…”
Her: “I mean, but you’re not. You’re actually way smaller than I expected.”
Me: “…”
[insert long pause here]
Me: “Okay, well I’m gonna go.”


I need to know. Is this mentality like, a thing? Like, a girl lifts weights so she must AUTOMATICALLY weigh 403,929,010,198,183 pounds? No. I can honestly say that the more I lift, the smaller I get.

Other left handed compliments (assumptions?) I don’t appreciate:

From guys: “Oh wait. You’re straight? I mean, I just assumed you’d be gay since you lift weights so much.”

“It’s nice that you’re not as bulky as some other girls that lift weights.”

“I’m glad you don’t look like Arnold!”

“You’re probably manly-er than most guys around here.”

“You have real clothes? (as opposed to gym clothes)”

From guys: “You can probably lift more than me, huh?” (If you have to ask, probably. And this is neither attractive nor an effective means of hitting on me)

“I’m glad you’re not like, really big, because that’s scary.”

Stupid people are stupid.



Getting out of the dark place

If you’ve been doing Crossfit for a while, you know about the dark place. 
It’s the place that we all have to go sometimes.

You see the workout and you develop your strategy. 
3…2…1…GO.
And then everything goes to hell.
You lose all control of everything.
Your abandon all strategy and it’s a freakin’ free for all.

You start to panic.
Everything is going to shit and everything’s closing in around you.

That’s when you have to go to the dark place.
It’s different for everybody.

My dark place is quiet.
I can only hear myself and the non-sound of time running out.
I can’t really see anything but my weights.
Usually when I get to the dark place, I’m beating myself up.
“why didn’t you stay on pace?”
“why did you think this strategy would work?”
“what are you doing?”
“just stop.”

But after a few seconds, my voice calms down.
“just keep moving.”
“just keep moving.”
“move.”
“move.”
“don’t look at the clock.”
“move.”

My dark place is painful. Everything hurts there.
It hurts to breathe.
Hurts to move.
Hurts to bend.
Hurts to run.
Hurts to think.

“keep moving. keep fighting.”

TIME.
It’s over.
I’m out of the dark place.

Back to regularly scheduled programming.
Until my next visit.

Source: Jayde Quilty

You are not ready for CrossFit…

…and you will never be ready for CrossFit.


So you should absolutely start today. Right now. Right this second. 

Photo by Christopher Nolan-www.metconphotos.com

I am never prepared when I walk into the box. 
Whether I know or I don’t know what’s on the whiteboard for today.
There is always a feeling in the pit of my stomach that reminds me that I am decidedly unprepared for whatever I’m about to do.

Kind of like when you’re about to take the test of your whole life and you know you should have studied harder or memorized more.
Except this is not that kind of test. 

This test is going to ask more of you.
Demand more of you.
It’s not about your body. Your body can handle it.
This one is about your mind.
Can your mind push through the suck?
Can you convince yourself to give those last 5 reps?

I can.
You can.

This is not easy.
This is not leg lifts in leg warmers on your living room floor watching tv.

This is sweaty.
This is difficult.
This will be painful.
This will get done.

Whether it takes 5 minutes or 35 minutes.
You’ll do it.

And you’ll be back tomorrow and the next day and do it all over again.

That’s when something awesome happens. One day, you’ll walk into the box and you’ll do the work out and it will seem…easy. That’s you, getting better.
So you’ll do the unthinkable.
You’ll do something that you never thought you’d do when you first entered the box.
You’ll make it harder. On purpose.
You’ll add more weight.
You’ll move faster to make it more difficult.
You’ll get even better.
You will purposely make sure that you aren’t ready.

Because your success–your goals–are beyond comfortable. 
You have to be uncomfortable to see how far you can really go.
To find your best self.
So you’re not going to be ready.
But you can start out toward your dreams.

Today.
Right now.
Right this second.

3…2…1…GO. 



And sometimes, the workout is bad

I had a bad workout yesterday.
I DNF for the first time ever.
I puked.
It was bad.

After I was finished, I laid on the floor for about 10 minutes afterward and I bitched myself out. I probably said every awful thing I could possibly say to myself.

“you should have pushed harder”
“you should have moved faster”
“I can’t believe you didn’t finish”
“you shouldn’t have rested so long”
etc.
Despite my coaches all coming to tell me good job.
Despite Jess yelling and cheering me on.
Despite my boxmates telling me I really worked hard.
I really gave myself hell.

I probably talked to myself like that all the way to class last night. When I pulled into my parking spot, I told myself to shut up. 

I pushed hard yesterday afternoon. 
Even though double unders are one of my incredible weaknesses, I pushed myself to do them. 
Even when I had to do double-single-double. When 65# got heavy, I kept doing it. 
Despite realizing that I couldn’t finish within the timecap, I pushed hard till the very last second. 
I worked hard.

And it seemed like my coaches and my boxmates all saw that but I couldn’t get it through my thick skull. Until I made myself shut up.

I am better today than yesterday and I’ll be better tomorrow than today. 
Sometimes that little voice inside’s got some nasty things to say…guess I’ll have to shut her up with some heavy lifting. 


GIVEAWAY! Latitude GearRX

I love clothes and I love CrossFit, so naturally, I love clothes made for CrossFit.

So imagine how excited I was to team up with LatitudeGearRX to do a freakin’ giveaway for my Eat.Pray.WOD readers!

First, check out my sweet shirt! Carpe Diem ‘n’ shiz. Excuse my hair. It was a long day and I needed a shower. So I did that and when I wanted to get comfortable, what did I put on? Oh, my Latitude Gear RX shirt. Clearly.


Their shirts are pretty much awesomely comfortable. Not only to wear for everyday, but also to WOD in. It didn’t bunch up on me or ride up on my tummy once. ALSO, it should be noted that I wore it to work one day and all of my students LOVED it. I got so many compliments.

My favorite one?
“Hey Miss Herrera! Carpe diem, that’s like YOLO but for smart people, right? I like that.”

Indeed it is, kid.

Other reasons why LatitudeGearRX kicks ass?
It’s made by CrossFitters for CrossFitters.
It’s made in the USofA (‘merica!)
They value quality. They make good shiz!

You absolutely need to check out their stuff. Tanks? Tees? Socks? Wrist wraps? THEY GOT IT. 

So because the people over at LatitudeGearRX are awesome, they’re letting me giveaway 5 shirts to 5 lucky Eat.Pray.WOD readers! 


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