Plain and Simple

     I'm back in a rut. Seems I'm there a lot lately. I had tried getting into a good pattern of training at home in the basement and it was going OK, not great, but OK. But for some reason, it fell to shit. I'm definitely tired of dragging saw horses and weights outside to do presses and squats so I know that's playing into it. But it's more than that, and I'm not quite sure what. I have a plan to make a squat rack for outside. I found two large beams with feet that will serve as the supports then I just need to get some pipe and clamps and pipe nipples for the remaining parts. It should work well for us. It still means dragging weights outside, but that's OK. Eventually I"d like to get a squat rack in the weight room, but presses can't happen because the ceiling is too low. Bummer
     We also need to really get cracking on clearing out the basement and organizing the weights and bars and machines. Some stuff may need to go or maybe be put in a corner and dragged out when and if we need it. The main issue is the frickin carpet the stinks like mildew and needs to come out. 
     Both of those projects - squat rack and basement - are perfectly doable, so why haven't I started? I have a tendency to put things off. I don't know why. Am I lazy? I don't think so because I'm always doing something. Maybe I'm scared. Because if I get the obstacles out of the way, I have no excuses. No reason not to start busting my ass. I miss training every day, even though time is at a premium, if things get organized, it's not so much of a chore to do it. As it stands now, to train at home requires the 45-60 minutes of training plus additional time to clear shit out of the way, lug things in and out, yadda yadda yadda. I want it to be set up so that both Frank and I can just go down there, hit what we need to and be done. 
     I love teaching at the gym once a week and I get my own training in because I get there an hour early. It's a serious squeeze on my time plus wear and tear on my car, extra gas money driving back and forth and lost time with Frank and Em, but in the end, I think it's going to be worth all the hassle. I'm trying to start a bigger life, a more fulfilling life and that's not going to come easily or without sacrifice on my part. All I know is that when I'm in the gym, I feel like I'm hanging out at home. That says a lot because I hate being most places that aren't my home. 
     I'm tired, weary and pinched for time - constantly, and I have no shortage of projects that need to be completed and goals that need to be hit. Even with all that, I have no doubt that I can and will make this happen. It's not even a choice for me. I just need to get off my ass, face my reservations and fears and get this shit done. Plain and Simple.