Careful What You Wish For…

A week or so ago, I wrote an email to Carey, asking her if we could throw around some heavy weights in our CrossFit Women class. I said: There are three reasons I want to try a workout like that: 1. It scares the crap out of me, and it’s been too long since I did some new, scary stuff. 2. I think it would really give my fat loss a kick in the pants if I lifted heavy once a week. 3. The strength you... read more

CrossFit Prague

For some time now, I’ve been daydreaming about going to Prague. The architecture,the cobblestone streets, the beer, the gorgeous light, and the opportunity to pretend I’m an eastern European spy (preferably named Sasha or Nikita… with a thick slavic accent like Linda Fiorentino in the 1985 film classic Gotcha! starring a pre-ER Anthony Edwards… “He’s a young college... read more

My Life Is Now Complete

Holy sh*tzky! As y’all know, I love love love the PopCandy blog. Its author Whitney, who is cuter and cooler than anyone you’ve ever met EVER, made me her featured reader of the day today. My heart is pitter-pattering! Check it out right here! [Can I add more exclamation... read more

Austin Half Marathon Video

So… the soundtrack is a little corny, but this video is a nice encapsulation of what Half Marathon day was like. Right about the time I was, like, “Man, this music is kinda cheesy…” I saw myself crossing the finish line, and it was very... read more

Austin Half Marathon: A Story in Photos

Our Austin Half Marathon adventure officially started on Saturday afternoon at around 4:00 when we left our house, suitcases in tow, and headed for the bus stop. The master plan was to take the bus to the Hyatt (so we could feel like tourists and not have to deal with the car), check in, pick up our race packets, browse around the fitness expo, then have dinner at the runners’ chicken/pasta/salad... read more

Our first half marathon

The official 3M Half Marathon race results are online. If you know someone who ran and want to look them up, you can do it here. My stats are below; Dave did AWESOME but we have a deal that I won’t divulge the details of his athletic achievements in my blog — couples’ confidentiality agreements and all that — but believe me: he killed it. Here are my stats:Chip time –... read more

When’s the Last Time…

… you did something for the first time? If you’re CrossFit, the answer to that question is probably “this morning.” I didn’t intentionally set out to tackle new adventures this year, but my quest for goal weight and fitness brought with it all kinds of frexciting new ideas and activities. What a gift! And what a fortunate girl I am, to be surrounded by people who push,... read more

"Elevation" Sounds a Lot Like Frexcitement

BoingBoing points to an awesome post today about “elevation” and the science being conducted around understanding the experience. University of Virginia moral psychologist Jonathan Haidt, who coined the term elevation, writes, “Powerful moments of elevation sometimes seem to push a mental ‘reset button,’ wiping out feelings of cynicism and replacing them with feelings of hope,... read more

Giving Fear a Workout

Fear and I have been inseparable companions since my doctor recommended I have an ultrasound of my thyroid on November 6. That’s 24 days and nights of worrying. I know that one of things that Dave likes about me — and, frankly, that I like about myself — is that I usually lead with my chin. I might be a big baby on the inside, but I pretend to be brave and act accordingly and most of the... read more

Hothouse Flowers

Recommended listening while reading this post: We ran eight miles today. It was hard, but not horrible, so… yay! We started with a 2-mile out-and-back on the Barton Creek Greenbelt, then ran through Zilker to do the 3-mile loop around the lake. The greenbelt was challenging: lots of scampering over rocks and crossing our fingers that we were following the correct leg of the trail. You can see our... read more

The Good, The Bad, And The Ugly: Frexcited About Parkour

Let’s get the bad news out of the way, shall we? The Ugly1. My inner eight-year old spent a good chunk of the morning with her arms folded across her chest, pouting, and whining, “I won’t do it! And you can’t make me!” This is a posture that will be recognized by both my family and Dave; I’d hoped not to introduce this charming young lady to our coach, the fabulous Mr.... read more

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