Oh me? Have been MIA because I’ve traveled back to 1966.
Or, life got a kung fu grip on me. As life would have it, I’ve been working a lot and trying to play as much as I work. Fear not, I have been diligently going to CrossFit as well. But, let’s play a quick catch up game to see where I’m at now.
I now have a PR for kipping at 16. Number three on the leaderboard. So close to 20 that I can taste it. To serve as a reminder, my Koach’s rule is that once you get to 20 consecutive kips, you can work on butterfly kipping.
Eating has not been too bad but I will admit that as of recent I have felt the need to cut back on my craft beer intake. Thanks to my brother I have become a beer snob (Hello Belgium brew, my love) but in turn, I feel I’m starting to get bit puffy from it.
New people and people that have been in my life for some time, never cease to surprise me. Whether it’s good or bad, though, is debatable.
Above: 1966 Mad Men themed birthday party for my boss in The Library at the Viceroy Hotel.
Winter in LA. This is why I pay what I do to live here. This almost made up for me not being able to do 12.2. Almost.
LiveFit 310: My LiveFit 310 experience...so far.
My Koach is pretty amazing. He has this way about him that is never over bearing, over aggressive, and can explain movements, mobility and skills like no other. Extremely proud to call him my coach for nearing two years now.
by Koach Kris
You know what I love about CrossFit? I love that we are constantly under the microscope. I love the transparency of our weaknesses. I love that the difficulty of the movements, and the variety of exercises will inevitably distill whatever weaknesses you have. I love that the…
Long story very short, I had to suddenly move out of the place I was living about two weeks ago and have been couch surfing (explains my absence from blogging - too busy being homeless).
Thankfully sad story has a good ending to where I finally have my very own apartment. No roommates. No one to rely on but myself. Naked Sundays. Anything.
And this is the first meal I have cooked. Simple, delicious and done in my own kitchen.
Almost perfect score for week 1 of LiveFit! Sunday I failed on hydration, didn’t quite make the mark. I’m actually surprised I did as well as I did considering what I had been going through. Let’s see.
I was sick for half of that week. Extremely stressed out with my living situation for the entire week. Thankfully I’ve never been one to eat my feelings, rather I don’t get hungry instead. But when I am stressed I do like a glass of wine or four, but I managed to stay alcohol free.
Onto week 2. Things can only look up now, right?
The ultimate test: seeing if I can maintain this LiveFit lifestyle being sick and overtly stressed. Fight on.
Happy first birthday my sweet pea Evie Bella.
Southern California in the winter. Got to love it.
2012 has to be my year. 2011 was full of ups and downs…lot of downs. Stress and eye twitching and throat lumps. Even this end of year is a bit rocky on my end. Don’t get me wrong, I have loads to be thankful for and many amazing people in my life. But. I can’t wait until things just start going right and on the right path to what I’ve worked towards.
Was in a car accident on my way back from work and still went to WOD. Crazy or dedication? Both.
As cheesy as it sounds, it’s oh so true that you’ll never regret going to the gym but you will regret not going.
Drinks and happy hour with coworkers was trumped by CrossFit and seeing my parents.
The Torrid Affair
I have this indiscreet love affair going on.
It is dysfunctional to some, but it just works. Some might disagree with my choice, but I brush their comments aside and follow my heart. There are times when life obligations makes it hard to see each other. I understand it can take sacrifices. Try so hard to get that full hour. Some may not appreciate the scars, the battle wounds. Or the surroundings defaced by white chalk. The cold, hard surroundings. Feeling the need to demonstrate what I’ve learned from this affair in public places. But, I love the unabashed hard work that goes into this.
At times, leaves me gasping for air. Fighting until I feel I can’t fight anymore. Pushing myself to get through just another minute. Yet, in the end, it is worth every single minute.
I know others that have a similar affair going on. And I completely understand and feel a connection to them. Even when I encounter someone from a different city or area with the same kind of relationship, we shake hands, and then we knowingly nod at each other. Might even begin talking about it. Share stories. Share bruises. Share scars. Show our hands. Go over how the outside world sees us. The inside jokes and lingo that many simply don’t understand. It is a kindred connection.
My everlasting love affair with CrossFit.
Did I tell y’all that I went to San Francisco this past weekend? I had an amazing time stomping around with one of my besties.
GPOYW - The Birthday Edition
The ladies at work made me a crown to wear all day at work for my big day! Although I have an enormous head that it is having trouble staying put.
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