On Easter morning, we got up before dawn, dressed the girls, and drove downtown for Easter Mass at the Church of the Holy Sepulchre. What could be more spiritual than Easter in Jerusalem, supposedly on the spot where Jesus was crucified two thousand years ago? Well, a lot, actually. But it was a good adventure, and we’d definite recommend it to anyone without young children. Once we got downtown (the...
I’m starting to warm-up to my new box’s formatting. It’s a lot more loosely run than CFSA was, but I really enjoyed Sunday’s workout. Partner WOD, split 50/50, broken down into sets of whatever we want 100 American KB swings 75 partner wall balls (toss the ball up to the line, and then your partner catches and tosses it for you to catch) 50 burpee pull-ups (or, in my case,...
Jasmine: I want a surprise! Me: You can only have a surprise if you behave yourself! Jasmine: I want to behave myself! Me: Good. Behave yourself, and you can have a surprise. Jasmine: I’m behaving myself! Me: Yes, you have to behave yourself for more than 30 seconds. Jasmine: I’m behaving myself RIGHT NOW!!! Me: Are you screaming? Jasmine: I AM BEHAVING MYSELF!!!!!! Me: That’s not behaving yourself, Jasmine. Jasmine:...
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I have gotten four emails/ FB messages about life in Crystal City in the couple of weeks. And three the month before that. It might be because I’m such an evangelist for the neighborhood (it’s seriously underrated), but it might just be because there isn’t a ton of information out there about living in Crystal City as a Foreign Service family. Everyone who’s anyone either stays in Falls Church (folks...
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If you’re hollering out encouragement to EVERY runner who passes you during the workout, that’s awesome. If you’re only hollering encouragement to the fat chick who’s struggling, well, fuck you, buddy. Here’s the thing that I think a lot of people forget about fat people in the gym, ANY GYM, not just Crossfit: Fat is not and should not be a moral judgement (so don’t fucking lie to me and...
My CrossFit gym box hods a nutritional coaching program a few times a year, and I am participating in the current round. I will not be blogging it here in detail here because t’s a pretty restrictive program (although designed to become less restrictive when you finish), and I’m still trying to figure out where the fine line between “trying to get healthy” and “orthorexic” is. It’s a Whole30 writ large, and it’s...
Yeah! 5k! Holy shit, it’s less than a month away and I AM SO NOT READY. I’ve been complaining for months now (seriously, since before we left Freetown) that the tires in the Bob are flat. The damn thing still pushes pretty easily, but not so easily that I want to run with it. Sure, I could take care of it myself, but it’s far easier to bitch about a...
The best way to get one-on-one time with the coaches at my gym box is to finish last. I like to think it’s because the coaches are admiring my determination and fortitude, but I’m pretty sure it’s only because they’re worried Imma hurt myself. My box appears to have some rhyme and reason to its programming, and part of that is testing. How much can you lift? How fast can...
I am an expat, logistician, traveler, writer, runner, weight lifter, lover of books and coffee, and occasionally doting mother. I am also foul-mouthed, undiplomatic, and fiercely feminist.
I am seeking balance between a rewarding professional life, parenthood, and travel. I don't have it all, but I write about trying to as I work, travel, and adventure across the world with my family.
