crossfit

Crossfit makes me sick. Literally.

I went for my 3rd workout yesterday. This is the most grueling work I have ever done. It takes me 3 times as long as it takes the other participants. I could only finish after a 15 minute break to feed the baby. Even then, I did 10 less burpies than the rest. That was my attempt at finishing.

Mind you, this was one of the 'shorter' workouts, but it took me an hour to complete.

Dwayne assured me that everyone hates burpies. There are shirts with explicits dedicated to burpies. Burpies work every muscle fiber in your body, which is why the military has been using them for a hundred years. Somehow, I know that I was whipped by burpies; for that, there is no consolation. Because somewhere around #6 I was tottering between fainting and vomiting.

I assure you, the latter came later!

Being an undisciplined person, as I am, my goal is just finishing. I'll worry about my time as I build up endurance.

I drove away singing, "you're not hardcore unless you live hardcore," from School of Rock. I realized at that moment, I am not hardcore. So I give it up for Dwayne, Kendall, John, Chris, Corey, Juliette, Olivia, Susie, Ryan, Stacy, Carol, Leeza, and everyone else who does crossfit.

These people are titans. I am merely a muppet.

livin' the dream

i am truly blessed to have the life that i live.

this clothesline reflects the nature of my present life. line drying, cloth diapers, open skies, ranch land, simplicity... all part of me recreating my laura ingalls fantasy.

i am so blessed to live this life, surrounded by people who love and support me, in a land of many freedoms, in a position to stay home with those i love, inspired to seek a more just, beautiful world.

today is bliss, as i consider beauty. peace. love.

*sigh*

confessions

i am a total dork. for those of you who don't know, i have just admitted it; the secret is out. even still, i think it is the ironies, imperfections, contradictions that stand out and make our lives that much more brilliant, that much more beautiful. so, i will post about loving my idealogies whilst listening to thrice and contemplating life on the reservation. maybe i will soon be able to swallow my oddities without reacting to my gag reflex.

picking peaches was followed by two parties, a husband out to russia, three amazing, albeit energetic kids, an out of town guest, a yard sale, and the regular shenanigans. i made no jam, though i very nearly had an anxiety attack. last night i stayed up late cutting peaches and preparing them for the freezer. i saw the creepiest thing: a spider crawled out of this tiny hole in a peach. it was an eerie visual; one that illustrates how evil is always there, hiding in the midst of our fruit. may we have eyes to see and wisdom to navigate through things that devour.