It’s been almost three years since we moved our family back to CA. Malina was 13 months old. Jackson was just 4 and Cana was in Kindergarten. The 5 of us moved into my parents house. Humbled and Hopeful. We put 80% of our life in a storage unit. All the material things that we thought were super important, we put them away.
I’m heading off to the box to go workout with our Saturday morning crew!! I LOVE it!!
A week ago my sister (who lives in AZ And is somewhat new to CrossFit) asked me to send her a video of a burpee.
I have this friend. One of those friends that you know God put in your life the moment you met (almost 20 years ago). She’s so funny. She’s kinda like my workout hero. She’s a runner, a surfer, she’s finished Olympic distance triathlons and of course, she’s a CrossFitter!
The longer I CrossFit the less I think about [possibly OBSESS] and worry about what I look like.
Today, I was sitting next to my hubby at church. Something made me laugh (I think it was the usual – the Pastor is teaching, I get confused, I ask Chip what something means, he does a long pause, then starts to whisper answer. Then he stops mid answer, sighs and changes his whisper answer to, “we can talk after church.”) Typical typical Sunday during church conversation for us. And that made me laugh. Because every single Sunday it happens.
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