Today, I’m being lazy. That wild rice risotto up there (don’t mind that cursor hanging out like it owns the place) has been cooked, eaten and leftovers are packed up in my fridge, I’m just too damn tired to even think about editing those pictures right now. It might have something to do with crossfit class #2 and 84 push presses with a 33 lb. bar. Maybe.
So let’s talk instead. It might get random. Fair warning.
1. Speaking of those 84 push presses, I’m pretty sure I won’t be able to raise my arms more than 2 inches for the next 3 days. The WOD was box jumps & push presses. Box jumps? Not a problem. I’d barely even call them challenging (I guess I need a higher box next time). Push presses? Kill me now. I tested the 22lb and 33lb bars before we got started. That’s the one thing about starting out, I have no idea where my current lifting capacity falls on some of these moves. 22lbs felt like child’s play for the quick few reps I did, so I went with the 33lb one after some “oh, you got that, you can totally do it” words of support from the coach. Ha. Let’s just say that after the first set of 21 reps, I knew that was the wrong choice. But I did it. It took a few breaks of throwing the weight down in disgust, a few choice 4 letter words (love how that’s acceptable at crossfit, can you imagine busting out a nice loud mother-f&^$^* in a regular gym?) and 12 minutes, 45 seconds but I didn’t give up. I’ll try to remember that when my hair is greased to my head for the next 3 days since I won’t be able to lift my arms.
2. Doing the laundry is dictated by one of two things in this house. Running out of underwear or running out of workout socks. I throw the laundry in no problem. I actually get a really weird sense of satisfaction from putting laundry into the machine. But then the decline starts. Transferring to the dryer can take up to 24 hours to work up the motivation. Yes, it’s gross, I know. But I have so many clothes that can’t go into the dryer and need to be hung up that I seriously have to give myself a pep talk to do it. And let’s not talk about stupid sports bras with pad thingys that like to fall out in the wash and then have to be shoved back in through a one inch hole on the side. Ugh. Once the dryer is done though, bringing it all upstairs to our bedroom is an easy one. But then it sits in the hamper, clean for 3-7 days while I pick through it for things (underwear & socks) on an as needed basis. In the meantime, the dirty clothes pile up on my closet floor and by the time things get folded (and now they’re totally wrinkled too from sitting for days on end all scrunched up) and put away, it’s time to do laundry again. I realized the ridiculousness of this whole cycle last night when I finally got around to putting clothes away and ended up putting 2 pairs of underwear back in the drawer because it had been sitting there for that long. Help.
3. Trader Joe’s frozen chana masala. Love it. Highly adaptable, quick, easy dinner. Smells up the whole freakin’ house like we’re bathing in curry. How can something that tastes so good, smell so bad afterwards?
4. I had to write my age, on paper, for the first time since turning 30 this week. Wine was consumed that night.
5. I couldn’t take the dirt mobile anymore so I took a clorox wipe to the shifter and the steering wheel. This was the result.
How disgusting is that? The wipe, not the garbage.
5. Just looking ahead at my life according to my 3 Outlook calendars I have set up for work, personal and blog stuff over the next 2 months makes me want to go hide under some rock until October. If I go missing, that’s where I’ll be.
6. Did you see this?
My kid’s cute. And those chips are seriously delicious.