Archive for May 10, 2011
For the Parents of Daughters out there –I read this and it made me laugh: Tina Fey’s lovely, touching and totally true ‘Prayer for a Daughter.’
First, Lord: No tattoos. May neither Chinese symbol for truth nor Winnie-the-Pooh holding the FSU logo stain her tender haunches.
May she be Beautiful but not Damaged, for it’s the Damage that draws the creepy soccer coach’s eye, not the Beauty.
When the Crystal Meth is offered, May she remember the parents who cut her grapes in half And stick with Beer.
Guide her, protect her
When crossing the street, stepping onto boats, swimming in the ocean, swimming in pools, walking near pools, standing on the subway platform, crossing 86th Street, stepping off of boats, using mall restrooms, getting on and off escalators, driving on country roads while arguing, leaning on large windows, walking in parking lots, riding Ferris wheels, roller-coasters, log flumes, or anything called “Hell Drop,” “Tower of Torture,” or “The Death Spiral Rock ‘N Zero G Roll featuring Aerosmith,” and standing on any kind of balcony ever, anywhere, at any age.
Lead her away from Acting but not all the way to Finance. Something where she can make her own hours but still feel intellectually fulfilled and get outside sometimes And not have to wear high heels.
What would that be, Lord? Architecture? Midwifery? Golf course design? I’m asking You, because if I knew, I’d be doing it, Youdammit.
May she play the Drums to the fiery rhythm of her Own Heart with the sinewy strength of her Own Arms, so she need Not Lie With Drummers.
Grant her a Rough Patch from twelve to seventeen. Let her draw horses and be interested in Barbies for much too long, For childhood is short – a Tiger Flower blooming Magenta for one day – And adulthood is long and dry-humping in cars will wait.
O Lord, break the Internet forever, That she may be spared the misspelled invective of her peers And the online marketing campaign for Rape Hostel V: Girls Just Wanna Get Stabbed.
And when she one day turns on me and calls me a Bitch in front of Hollister, Give me the strength, Lord, to yank her directly into a cab in front of her friends, For I will not have that Shit. I will not have it.
And should she choose to be a Mother one day, be my eyes, Lord, that I may see her, lying on a blanket on the floor at 4:50 A.M., all-at-once exhausted, bored, and in love with the little creature whose poop is leaking up its back.
“My mother did this for me once,” she will realize as she cleans feces off her baby’s neck. “My mother did this for me.” And the delayed gratitude will wash over her as it does each generation and she will make a Mental Note to call me. And she will forget. But I’ll know, because I peeped it with Your God eyes.
Do you remember my friend Lidia who has always been one of my biggest cheerleaders and she moved to Nc? Well guess who made it to the National CrossFit Games? Yup – Ms Lidia – Queen Bee herself. I am beyond proud of her — WTG Lidia!
I have the most amazing people in my life — inspiring and caring – -and many of them are in my life directly related to me pursing a fit and healthy path. Think about that as a great incentive to head down that path yourself!
Today’s workout was called Death by Pull Ups. Just the name alone says so much, right? Some days I think to myself while I am in the midst of the WOD — not only do I get up for this torture daily, I pay for it! 🙂 HA! It’s awesome.
10 Air Squats
10 Pass thrus
One Arm Handstands
Lots and Lots of practicing handstands!
Death by Pull Ups
With a continuously running clock do one pull-up the first minute, two pull-ups the second minute, three pull-ups the third minute… continuing as long as you are able.
Total: 4, then did blue band to 11
For me that was not too long which was frustrating. I am still working on finding my kip. I can do the swing no problem, its the transition afterwards that messes me up. In my head I know what I need to do – I just gotta keep practicing. Practice Makes Better! It was not one of my best days. Sometimes you need some challenging days to make the good days that much better.
And in keeping with the true spirit of livin’ fit and sore — I have been struggling keeping Paleo. Gluten is not a problem anymore. I’m off of that stuff no issues. It’s more the sugar/sweet stuff and have noticed the reasoning I am doing in my head when I choose to eat it. And I know many people out there will read this and say, oh please. But eating crap really does affect everything you do day to day and that’s how the weight creeps back on. I don’t have the type of metabolism that can adjust to it, so it goes right to my mid section and that’s not ok – i bought a bikini this year and I am going to wear it. So if it goes right to my mid section, all of those people at the pool are not going to appreciate what they see. So it’s really for all of you in Ashburn VA that I need to stay focused. Sometimes, me owning up to it here helps me regain control — Accountability really does work.