A Massive Recap

WARNING: this is going to be a very random post and I will talk about aaaaaall kind of non related things…just so you know! ☺️☺️☺️

Wowzer…….where have I been for so long? Poor wee blog got all abandoned but I didn’t forget about any of you and am back now! I must confess, that with everything that has been happening my blogging will probably not go back to its old rhythm but at least I will be back. That’s the main thing, no?

So what’s been happening? Well, remember I was in Murcia doing a course? No? Ok, not to worry I forgive you….. So, I went to Murcia to become a life coach or, more specifically, an NLP Practitioner and Coach and life has not really been the same since. I came back and just felt like everything had kind of fallen in to place. I am still in my day job but setting up my coaching practise and as soon as my website is up and running I will put the link on here in case anyone is interested in seeing what it is I do now.

So what is so different? Hmmm, excellent question if I do say so myself. Basically, I feel the happiest I have in a long time, I feel like I am going in the right direction and I am not scared anymore of getting things wrong or looking stupid. My attitude has just changed like someone flipped a switch. I want to be out of my comfort zone, I want to do the things that made me nervous before because if I don’t it seems like life goes by and you never become the best version of yourself and I want to be the best me ever.

Holy moly, that sounds a bit odd…I promise I haven’t joined a cult (Crossfit isn’t a cult people).

Which brings me nicely to a good old example; I hated any movement you received in squat because, well, squats hate me but when I went to my first CF class after the course I wasn’t scared of it anymore and do you know what happened? I fell over! I tried it with a light weight and I actually did it and so I thought ‘you are amazing Natalie, add more weight’ (I was having a modest day) so I added more weight, tried again and it was too much – the bar went forwards, I went backwards and thank god I’ve been working on my JLo ass is all I can say about that…..barely felt a thing. The best part though? I wasn’t embarrassed, I didn’t care because I tried. I tried something I had always been afraid of and I failed and it wasn’t a disaster and in a wee while from now I will nail that bad boy squat.

So needless to say, I am absolutely loving CF these days. I think about going and at no moment do I think ‘oh, I love it so much I just hope we don’t have to do XXXXXXXX’. I think ‘I wonder what thing I can get slightly better at today’. Which also brings me nicely to the fact that on Thursday they made us do 6 minutes of sit-ups. If you broke you had to do 10 superman, 10 hollow rock and then get back to it. No one broke! Not one person and there was no way I was going to be the only one. So, afterwards I was feeling all smug until later that night….and the next day…..and the next day…..and still today….when I realised I can’t turn over in the night in bed without waking up from the sore muscles…..but it feels kind of good too. Plus, I am doing a lot of this to help ease the pain…….


It seems to be working so I will keep it up. (Do you like how I got my Swiss ball in the picture too?)

And that my friends, is that for now!

Happy Sunday!


Ps.have you ever had one of those moments when everything just seems to click into place?


Oh Positive Mental Attitude, where are you hiding? A two-part post


I looked under all the rocks and I still can’t find it.  Maybe because it HURTS MY ARM SO MUCH to lift them up and it hears me swearing and muttering to myself and makes a run for it.  Maybe it is frightened of me and my mad ranting.  It is highly likely.

Come back positive attitude…I miss you.

So where exactly did it go? Don’t get me wrong, I am not one of those people who is 100% positive all the time (or Peppy and totally untrustworthy as I like to call them) but I am usually pretty cheerie.  I like quiet time in the mornings but I am not a grump (unless you decide morning time is question time and then you will incur The Wrath). I don’t get annoyed easily and like to brighten dull situations with some humour but since my arm started to hurt this time around (damn you Ikea table building with a tiny swiss army knife thus causing tendonitis that has now recurred) I am struggling to muster up the old PMA of ‘it will be fine in no time at all’ , ‘I can just run more in the meantime’.


Because all I want to do is Crossfit. I love it. It completes me. It had me at hello….ok, ok, enough of that.

I am effectively in love with Crossfit and not being able to do it is, well, upsetting.

Now, I had a pep talk, albeit it through the cyber space, from my Sis this morning who encouraged me to ‘slap out of it’ (she was going to the crazy place one day and told me to stop her so I slapped her mid rant.  She wasn’t expecting it.  It worked a treat and is now a commonly used phrase in our house) and I really am trying but then my crazy brain, you know….that part that makes up 95% of my entire brain, kicks in and I panic I am going to be set back majorly! I mean, I have made so much progress only doing CF for 9 weeks what if I am now off for 4 weeks and lose it all??????

This is the portion of the madness where I want to throw things and scream loudly but alas, I am also skint and don’t want to have to replace any of my kitchen ware, plus I really love my little Chinese bowls.

Now, realistically and worst case scenario, let’s say I can’t CF* for 4 weeks.  If I keep dancing and running and throw some more treadmill hill intervals into the mix, I will not lose all that I have gained.  I might lose strength in my upper body and that bothers me but if I gained so much in 9 weeks once, I can do it again and anyway, I might not even be off for that long.

There you go, there she is…Hi there PMA! Nice to see you again!  Have a nice wee holiday did you?

She did, she had a lovely holiday.  She loved it so much she is thinking of booking something else.  Really soon.  In fact, she has one foot out the door already.

Help me! HELP ME……I can feel the madness coming and I just can’t stop it………

*Yes, I am now using To Crossfit as a verb


Now, part one of this blog was written this afternoon before I went to dance class.  AND Crossfit.  So what happened?  I decided that I was going to go anyway and take it easy and see how I got on.  Following the advice of Big Sis I just explained to my fantastic Crossfit teacher that I had tendonitis in my arm and needed to take it with a bit of calm (wowzer, there is some Spanglish for you, prizes for anyone who understood that!)  and so I did, and when it came to doing a Snatch she just made me do deadlifts and everything was A OK and I just walked home with a spring in my step and a smile on my face or at least, in my mind I had a spring in my step, to onlookers I may have looked like a drunk dragging themself up the hill.  However, I am now sitting here icing my tendon – as a precaution – and thinking about how crazy I was earlier when I thought I was out of the game.  I think when I get an injury (which isn’t an infrequent occurence) I tend to go into instant panic mode and blow things all out of proportion, as if I was in fact the only person known to man to maybe have a little problem of some description.  And whilst I would like to say I have learnt my lesson, I’m pretty sure next time I will react in the same way.  Fingers crossed this bout of arm pain gets better soon or you may all be subjected to further rants (don’t stop following me – I’ll get better I promise!).  However, for now the storm seems to have passed and I have officially ‘Slapped Out of It’.


Do you go crazy when you get an injury?  Please say yes..make me feel normal….