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.

Just posted this to my Facebook page.. It’s my own version of Buddha’s words, but much more fitting for my life.

In the end, only three things matter: how much you loved, how eagerly you lived, and how gracefully you let go of things not meant for you.
So far, I have learned that I love too much, I don’t always live eagerly enough, and I need to work on this gracefully letting go thing..

I won’t elaborate. Yes, things are fine. No, I’m not perfect. I need to get a hold of myself and just work on being awesome. I often place too many expectations on others, and the end result is just me getting let down. I need to knock that shit off.

I am my own. I am lucky and fortunate. I have everything I could possibly want or need. I need to work on appreciating it all. It’s so easy to lose sight of all this, and instead focus on the things I can’t have, or don’t have but really want. We will all be okay.

I’m motivated just fine to go to the gym, but when it comes to updating this damn blog, I am not motivated at all. It actually drives me crazy, because the more I go work out, the more my posts accumulate, and the more I dread posting.

Awesome.

Expect to see several short, sweet, and to the point posts this week, in my lame attempt to catch up. If nothing else, these posts serve as a record for me for my workouts and my progress. I need to keep remembering that as the main focus for starting this.

yaaaaay

It’s not because I haven’t gone, it’s because I haven’t had the desire or drive to recant every detail about my workouts. I will catch up eventually. Maybe this week.

I also did some traveling; I went out to the Pacific Northwest for a few days and it was incredible.

Sometimes, we get into the mundane, day to day living. Sometimes we get these moments of incredible, while the rest is filled in with ho hum. I’m trying to find and create more of the incredible, and figuring out how to discard the unnecessary ho hum without disrupting everyone else’s lives around me.

Does not sound like an easy feat. I’m just kind of living right now. great big hugs to my readers. I’m okay. I’m still working out. I’m still doing things. I’m at one of the lowest weights I’ve been at in years. I physically feel great.

Maybe it’s because I’m getting old. Sigh.

Just an update…

I LOVE MY NEW PHONE! Holy crap, it’s incredible. Droid Turbo. Check it out. I’ve been using it since 2p today, and it’s incredible! I got the 64g version with the ballistic material stuffs on the back.

Total Motorola fan/groupie/whatevs. This thing is amazing.

Here’s a selfie. (not demonstrating its picture taking qualities here..)

This is just stupid. It’s my own fault. I am not stretching the way I should be, because when I COULD be stretching, I feel okay. It’s not until I stand up and try to walk that I’m like, omg I need to do something about this. So, I’m a fool. I keep doing things to aggravate my arch, but.. on a positive note, it IS getting better.

I’m sure the DUs and the box jumps and the running and the sprints all contributed to the injury. Standing on my feet all day barefoot at the office does not help either. Like I said, I recognize that it’s my own fault. Of course it feels way better after I move around and it’s all warmed up. I went to the gym for a bit yesterday and I forgot that it was even hurt to begin with. It’s more of an itchy ache on the inside of my heel, right on the underside of my foot, where the heel attaches to my arch. Such fun.

Just in time for a strength competition tomorrow! Very excited. 🙂