“We sang the Happy Birthday song to him.”Guest submission from Joanna Goddard, writer of “A Cup of Jo”. http://joannagoddard.blogspot.com/
Why someone would ugly cry when offered a mountain of donuts is beyond me.
So I sort of found Crossfit here..
and it doesn’t suck too much. It’s not really a CF box, it’s a boxing gym that incorporates some WODs two times a week. Actually the owner of the gym took the Cert Level 1 at Crossfit USD in San Diego my old stomping grounds, so that got my attention. I went in this morning and did every burpee and squat (meaning almost died and my arms now move in a weird way because all the pain! all the pain!) it’s not your regular CF class and of course I hate myself for comparing but let’s face it, everyone facing front and a trainer in front of you is not really what I was looking for. But they have rings, and boxes, and heavy kettlebells and rigs (rigs! I was stoked to do pullups!) and all the ladies complain about the number of reps and it’s like they rule the class instead of the trainer. Someone contacted me on Twitter saying they know of a better place where they do the WODs so I plan on checking it out tomorrow maaaaaybe. I mean the fact that Crossfit is spreading out all the way into a secluded little town in Baja is pretty rad.
I don’t know if I’m the only one..
but I scroll through designer websites and pick my favorites shoes as if I’m telling my assistant which ones I want (and obviously she’s taking notes because she’s going to get them for me). I carefully select and comment on colors and heel style. I also do this when going through a magazine but sometimes I just need some time to pretend shop online.
NIGHTNIGHT by DEDDY
