Airplane
Rather than lamenting how long it has been since I’ve written anything on this hobby of mine, I’ll just skip right to the tears and pleas of forgiveness in hopes that you’ll start reading my ramblings again.
Since I wrote last I’ve been pretty great on working out and in my diet. Coach B has kept me on the straight and narrow and until last week I was seeing positive changes. Last week I not only fell off the wagon, I fell right into a puddle of Andy’s Frozen Custard and fast food. The week started with travel and a wedding (never good things for staying on schedule but always good for getting cake) and a couple of family accidents that upset my apple cart enough that I never got back on track. Thankfully, this week is starting much better.
As a matter of fact, I’m so happy today that I’m surprised rainbows aren’t bouncing off my skin. It was as if my oatmeal this morning contained shards of glee rather than bananas and my mug of coffee was laced with enthusiasm rather than creamer. Is it the new vitamins I started taking? Is it a good night’s rest? Is it the fact that we have a fantastic relaxing vacation finally planned? Clean house? I have no idea. However, I would love to bottle up this feeling so that I can pull it out on days that I’m grumpy. So despite the fact that it is Monday, that my clothes are snug from a week of nonsense, that the hem has fallen out of my slacks and I stapled it together, and that I have a huge zit on cheek I’m still sitting here smiling like an idiot because life really isn’t all that bad.
I usually only get this kind of high from a raging case of CrossFit or a long sweaty run. I did neither this morning. Generally when I sleep in I wake up so depressed and guilty that it completely negates the extra sleep I received. Today it is different. Tonight when I get home I’m going to do all my makeup burpees. Because of my forced hiatus from the CrossFit gym last week take a wild guess how many burpees I have to do? 200. 2-0-0. Two-hundred burpees. That, my friends, is a lot. However, a deal is a deal. Coach B said if I missed CrossFit I have to do 50 burpees a miss. I’ve missed 4 sessions. I’m looking at it as a challenge. I mean, come on, this has to be some kind of world record for the most amount of burpees in one sitting. After that I might even do some dead bugs. Why not continue the torture? If I want to be extra-super-duper bikini fabulous by the end of July I need to pull out some extreme measures. Burpees and dead bugs.
Not only that, but you know what time it is? Marathon training! I adore the excitement of starting a new training plan for a new race. I’m going to have such a good time in Washington D.C. for the Marine Corps Marathon and want to be very prepared for the race! The heat and humidity are killing me already but I’m going to be smart and take it one mile at a time. Ry is training for the Air Force Half Marathon in Dayton, OH in September. He’s doing so great so far.
Lastly, 7-years-ago today I trotted my way down the aisle in a fancy dress to marry the most fantastic man. He’s a real cutie so I’m glad I snapped him up when I did. I can hardly believe it’s been 7 years already. I remember all my teachers in high school saying, “Enjoy this time because it goes so fast.” At the time I swore they were lying to me but it is so true. In the blink of an eye an entire year goes by the wayside. Ry and I have been together 10 ½ years. That is almost a third of my life. I can’t say all the times were the best, but we made it through the rough spots like champs and have come out even better. I’m very thankful to have him as my husband and best friend. God is good.
TODAY I LOVE: my little animals and a happy home
SONG OF THE DAY: “Airplane” by B.o.B
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You’re a real trooper…I would’ve never agreed to 50 burpees per missed class. Dang…200 burpees is a LOT! I’m not looking forward to my birthday burpees…and that’s gonna be…well, plenty. Happy anniversary!!