A Little Story

So let me tell you a story. It won’t take long, but maybe you can find some value or motivation from it. The story starts and ends with a shirt… a red one. Seriously, the color isn’t important, but the statement has a certain gravis doesn’t it?

A Boy and Some CrossFit

You’ve heard me speak (or read my type) about CrossFit, specifically @CrossFitCanuck and the impact the sport, the Community and @canuckcoach have had on my life. I was slowly finding fitness on my own, but I was frustrated, plateaued and in danger of slipping backwards. One 20min workout and I knew immediately that this is what I needed to do. This. All the time. So that is what I did and as a result, the weight dropped and my wardrobe no longer fit. It was time to go SHOPPING!

Road Trip and Customs Limits

I packed up the Red Rocket and drove to just outside Pittsburgh and I did some serious damage. I needed everything. Nothing in my current wardrobe fit and it was time to fix that. By the time I had made my way back to Canada I had spent almost $800 in clothes. I was ecstatic, because for the first time in forever I had shopped at a regular store (instead of a Big & Tall) and bought right off the rack.  That’s where the red shirt came from and I looked pretty dashing in it (if I do say so myself).

The Harsh Truth

It’s been a while since I’ve worn the red shirt and I was looking for something flashy. As soon as I put it on I knew my lack of training and poor food choices had finally caught up to me.  The red shirt wouldn’t close. I was mad. I was disappointed. That red shirt will fit again.  Something that simple has relit the fires of motivation. I will fit that shirt again and I will do it quickly, safely and with a clear focus.


 The story ended being longer than I thought. Sorry about that. I’ve written about how a piece of clothing made me feel, well not as svelte as I would have liked before.  That shirt didn’t make me feel like this though. Maybe it was the effort that I had to put in to fit it originally. Or the fact that I finally got to buy from just a regular clothing store. Whatever the difference, this hit a lot deeper.  I want to fit the red shirt again.


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