What does it mean if I choose to eat Ben and Jerry’s ice cream(owner doesn’t mind same sex marriage) after I finish a Chick fil a sandwich(owner prefers biblical view of marriage)?
The day I have to go back to work…. I know I need to just enjoy my last few days but..
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My brother Jeff said, “Shut the door.” No trace of light could be found in the downstairs half bath of our townhouse apartment in Gastonia. “Here, hold this” he stated. Kind of reminds me of the last words of a redneck, “Hey yall, watch this!” He said, “light this match.” Maybe, I should preface this story with another story of how our apartment neighbors….(another apartment complex…) would run from their apartments and jump into the community pool fully clothed to save me from my brother who would hold me under the water longer than our good neighbors thought big brothers should… Or maybe I should share the story of how my mom saved his letter to Santa Claus that I found accidentally. It requested that Santa take me away. “Dear Santa, I don’t want anything for Christmas but I want you to take my sister with you.” My brother just thought he wanted Santa to take me away. Sooooooo…. back to my original story. I did as instructed. I lit the match because I loved my brother and he was giving me attention momentarily and plus, I had no idea what I was doing, what he was doing, or why. The last thing I remember was seeing the words, Aqua Net. Do any of you know what that means? Yes, burnt eyebrows and hair. He laughed his butt off, which incited me to start laughing my butt off. HA! So freaking glad Santa let me keep my face another year. I forgot to mention I was in 2nd maybe 3rd grade.
Believe it or not, my brother and I have a great, healthy, non-life threatening relationship now.
This post inspired by a blogger I am following.
If you want to do CrossFit, you can! I know the lifting part and some of the exercises can be intimidating. But, do you realize there are modifications for everything??? Your heart will beat as much as the next person’s. What is stopping you?
CrossFit specializes in NOT specializing. It doesn’t focus on just one facet of fitness or health. Whether you are an Olympic athlete, a grandparent, or a 40 yr old runner….the fitness needs are similar but the intensity level necessary varies. Balance, stability, agility, power, flexibility, endurance, stamina, etc…Every workout is different. It reminds me of the things I did as a kid but took for granted like jumping, hanging, stretching, climbing! I love CrossFit!
If you haven’t completed a mud run then you are missing out on a lot of fun. Find one near you and sign up for it with a group of friends or your family. And definitely carpool. Riding together is sooooo much fun!
I completed a 2nd mud run this past weekend with my husband, son, and a group of 10 friends. A friend told me about a groupon, so I saved about $40 per person! The run was called the Warrior Dash. It was a blast and was very similar to the Rugged Maniac race I did a couple of years ago!
We climbed up/over/down/under/around/through so many obstacles. At one point, we were submerged to our necks in a mud pit. At the end we were face down crawling under barbed wire in 2 feet of thick mud to the finish line. The water hose party was hilarious. The Warrior Dash post race party was probably one of the best I have attended. I love how people get pumped up and dressed up for this type of race.
Checklist of what to take to a mud run:
Have FUN in the MUD!
Absolutely…or at least I tried. Remember i did do CrossFit 2 days in a row.
I was actually going for the intimidation technique tonight.
My 8th grade Algebra student is on a traveling volleyball team. When she got wind that her 40 yr old teacher was playing, she took it
upon herself to make sure i was outfitted properly! I thought the knee pads and jersey with “RAGE’ across the back would send a “don’t hit the ball to me” message. I was wrong. It was fun eventhough we lost. Sorry coach. I will come up with another strategy next week.
Last night I rode with a group to a nearby town to try CrossFit for the first time. My husband and son have been doing for a couple of weeks now and bought me three trial visits. Unable to do one pull-up, I arrived at the warehouse type building full of apprehension. All types of people, (young/old, male/female, big/small) were running around the outside of the building with a weighted medicine ball. Some were carrying theirs on their shoulder, some in front of their belly, while others on a hip. We walked in and the music was pumping. I was so excited. There was nothing fancy about it. The owner/instructor, Michael, did an excellent job with his instruction. I had no clue what a “burpee” was…Excuse me. 😉 Squats, squats, and more squats with proper form, shoulder presses, 200m run with a medicine ball, etc… It was different than running but sooooo awesome!
I woke up this morning and parts of my body that I had forgotten about were screaming for attention. I am going back tonight so I am hoping that I will be able to walk at the Warrior Dash this weekend.
Any CrossFit experts out there? I don’t know a lot about it, but the little I have read makes sense.
This is not me…yet.
I mean, of course, I LUUUUUUVVVVV all of my family members and my friends. But I truly feel like I have a “level” of love for strangers. Is that weird?
No matter their gender, their religion, their origin, their appearance, their preference, their anything…
No matter their anything, their political preference, their vote, I have love for everyone.
Note to self…
Look at course map before running a race.
Yep…ran a different route than the other runners this morning at the local “Race for the Cure”.. Dodged holes running through a field with my buddy. Two other runners followed us. Bless their hearts! I guess we just looked like we knew where we were going! I love when crap like that happens!!! Added some mileage but beautiful run! Awesome race for a GREAT cause!
All independently of course. Although, this morning while I was running the Clifford’s 5k race for abused animals, I thought that if I licked my sweaty arm that I could enjoy the previous night’s glass of cabernet again. Pshaw…did I say, “glass”? I meant bottle… A group of my teacher friends and I get together on Fridays at the beautiful Owl’s Eye Vineyard. Above is a picture of the aftermath. I used to drink the night before a race and brag that it helped me run faster…sadly, it doesn’t work that way anymore. I think I am going to stay in tonight and chill. My body is requesting some reprieve. Tomorrow, I may swim a little…
Rainy days are inevitable. Therefore, running indoors on a treadmill might be part of your training at some point. Whenever I am forced to battle the dreadmill, I mix it up by doing a “5,4,3,2,1” workout, a friend shared with me.
My starting speed is very important in the plan of attack! I start out running the first 5 minutes at a comfortable and moderate pace, usually around 5 or 5.5 mph). Then, I bump up the speed 1/2 or 1 mph and continue running for 4 minutes. Next, I bump up another 1/2 or 1 mph for the next 3 minutes. And again, for the next 2 minutes. Finally, I increase to a full sprint for my final 1 minute.
After this interval, I slow my speed down to my original pace and start building again. Each round is a total of 15 minutes of running. Try this 3 times and you have conquered a NICE 45 minute run and your treadmill battle!!! Spice up the clash even more by adjusting your incline!
For those or you just joining the running world, you can start your first 5 minutes with a brisk walk and build from there. This workout helps me so much because it makes me pay attention to something other than my boredom!
The answer is yes!
I took my first yoga class in Asheville years ago. I have to be honest, I wasn’t crazy about it. I was expecting serenity and relaxation. But what I got, was a drill instructor. During the class, I remember actually jumping from fear when he would shout out instructions. Luckily, I decided to try yoga again recently when a dear friend of mine was instructing. It was such a totally different experience. My favorite part was the “corpse” pose at the end. I still wasn’t on the yoga wagon yet, but I knew I enjoyed it. My mind was stilled temporarily and my freakin’ tight hamstrings got some much needed stretching! I was incited to go to more classes each week. Now, I make at least one class per week and three if I am lucky!!! I feel like yoga just sort of crept up and found it’s way inside my body and soul. It’s not a “wagon” to jump on or jump off. I love it and look forward to it so much. I don’t know all of the yoga history, yoga poses, or yoga words. But I don’t think I have to know all of that stuff right now. I learn a little bit as I go. I even bought a yoga handbook so when my teacher says something and I don’t know what the heck she is talking about, I can go home and look it up!
My perfect afternoon is a 3-4 mile run at 4:30. Yoga at 5:30. Then 1/2 price pizza and a $2 draft (or two) with my hubby and son across the street at our neighborhood pub at 7.
Give yoga a shot. Namastae!
The Toto Story:
I saw Toto on the side of a highway coming home from work one day. She had her paws on the white line, just sitting and watching the cars drive by. I made an illegal u-turn and came back around and pulled off the road. I walked slowly up then down to my knees I reached out my hand. Her tail started wagging so hard that her whole body got in rhythm. I put her in my car on my lap and she didn’t move the whole way home. The ride was approximately 25-30 minutes, so I had time to figure out how I was going to introduce Toto to my husband. We already had several dogs, (we also claimed 2 dogs that don’t belong to us), so I wasn’t sure how my husband was going to respond to our new addition. When Toto and I arrived home, I let her out and our big dogs immediately came over to check her out. My husband was busy in his huge 3 bay shop doing who knows what! Toto seeked refuge under my car since the other dogs couldn’t fit. I walked in the house and waited. About 30 minutes later, Stephen came in and excitedly told me about this cute little dog who just happened to come up on our property and how she was getting along so well with the other dogs… I didn’t say a word for about 3 weeks. I let him fall in love before I broke the news of how Toto found us.
Prettiest lake I have ever seen.