I use to love the song, about waking up on a Sunday morning, with no way to hold my head up – having a beer for breakfast and dessert. Not having any clean clothes and stumbling through the day. I related.
Sunday’s were bad. It took me years to surrender to a Sunday. The sidewalks roll up. The only drug deals on a Sunday are a rip off. Such as, puchasing a twenty dollar piece of soap. Continue reading “Sunday Morning”
As a child, whenever my father was unhappy with me, and I would try to explain myself, he would ferociously say that there were no excuses.
I believe there are excuses. Continue reading “Life”
At my last attempt at writing, I posted my previous life’s commentary, in a short and incomplete manner. I have a plethora of questions going around a race track at a syrupy slow pace. I tell me self to not think. It was too much for me, so I found a positive image and slapped it on the page. Continue reading “This is Not a Dress Rehearsal”
by the greatest enemy ~ SELF
It has been a personal goal.
And I finally did it today for the first time.
*I wrote this sentence and saved it two days ago. Continue reading “Third World Squat”
Another day at the races ~
I have been watching the Crossfit Games. OMG. It’s hard to figure out what’s going on. I enjoy watching the strongest, but I have a special interest in two other groups, as well.
The over sixty women, for the obvious reason. I can watch and see the sort of workouts that will be thrown at me in the open. They didn’t jump on the Box! They scale the muscle ups. Knowledge is power. Continue reading “Core Couplets”
The 2018 Games have begun. I have already participated in a 6:oo am WOD and plan on going back at 5:oo pm. I really liked the work out this morning. Lots of good stretches and then the “Hot Sauce”; rowing, burpees and overhead squats. It had me breathing hard, but it didn’t put me down. Continue reading “Crossfit Crazy”