Your favorite Keto CrossFitter is still here
We bought a new house, and have been taking our time getting stuff over. We have had showings like crazy at our old house, and living there had become a nightmare/impossible. We went ahead and scheduled Memorial Day weekend for the bulk of the move. At least, if nothing else, get everything over that we absolutely needed to have at the new house to stay here.
We rented a truck and I basically took almost a full week off of CF to ‘prepare’ for our moving weekend. Dave and I did it all on our own with zero help from anyone else. We didn’t ask, and most didn’t offer. Besides, this gave us time to sort of pack and go, and take our time moving things instead of rushing through. Not having to direct others was really great, too. I hate barking orders at people, especially while they’re carrying all my shit around. It’s just such a slave/master thing and I’m not into it at all.
So.. mentally prepared, physically ready. We moved. We moved our bed (stupid heavy Tempurpedic) our ikea furniture (which was 14? feet wide by 7 feet high and had to be entirely disassembled, piece by piece), our computers, desks, exercise equipment, clothing, dishes, food, heavy ass reclining chairs, patio furniture, dining tables…. it was crazy. Total madness, but it was also a very calm production.
Since it was just the two of us, we took our time, we worked together, and it went really well, considering. I don’t even think we argued, which is a feat all on its own. We had a great system down, he would carry stuff in (that he didn’t need help with) and I would begin the unpacking process. I kept nesting while he kept distributing. I got our bed set up, our living areas, our bathroom, all of our accessories and crap. Basically, I made the house livable as we went, which made this whole thing a LOT smoother and easy to deal with.
We took all Saturday and Sunday to move, and then Dave took a much needed break and participated in a golf tournament, while I debated whether or not to do Memorial Day Murph or keep organizing, sorting, cleaning, packing and moving. Since I have a hard time doing things that aren’t ‘necessary’ when there’s a list a mile long of things that should be worked on, I decided to skip Murph this year. It was with a heavy heart, but I was glad I did. Part of the reasoning for skipping included my rational thought process of, well, I don’t want to fuck myself up when we’re trying to move to a new house. Because I haven’t been crossfitting regularly, or nearly as often as I had in the past, I knew my body just couldn’t handle a WOD like Murph, and in the end, I accomplished a lot more and without any lingering pain or sustained injuries.
Dave knew I felt badly about missing Murph, so he dubbed our weekend “Never-ending Murph”, since all we did was lift heavy shit and walk for miles in and out of the houses for 2 1/2 days. Thanks Dave. 😉 Totally made me feel better! (For real). And I was able to honor those who gave their lives in my own way.
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