Monday is great if I can spend it in bed. I’m a man of simple pleasures, really. ~ Arthur Darvill
Last week, we started taking a CrossFit foundations class.
I know what you’re going to say, we’re one of those obnoxious exercise people that brags about what new workout regime they are on, how theirs is superior, try this smoothie, blah blah.
The first day was torture (cleans, snatches, deadlifts, etc.), the second day was a little better (kettbells!), Friday however, well, Friday was a bitch. My upper body strength is nonexistent, my arm strength is me calling Colby to come lift something for me. So when I saw that we were using the bars, I cringed. But hey, I managed to do a few pull-ups, knees-to-toes and hit myself in the back of the head with a big rubber band!
Not sure if I’ll continue doing it after our foundation classes are over – I’m still trying to find that right type of workout that says, “Oh yeah, you know you like me.” Kickboxing, yoga, boxing, bootcamp, CrossFit, and so on – those didn’t stick with me (well, I liked yoga a bit). Going to try pole-dancing next, who knows, maybe I’ll be able to pull a Superman one day!
Onto the food!
Hot days = lazy days. Lazy days = ugh to ovens.