Category Archive:makin’ my own fun

“Sorry.”

“Don’t say you’re sorry,” said my coach. “You’re still learning. You’ll get this.”

I wasn’t too convinced that I would ever figure out what a “clean” was. Or a “jerk”. Or a KBS.

But that was then – about three years ago. I’ve discovered that within this nearly 67 year old body lies a beast waiting, raring actually, to come out and prove itself. Not to others, but to me!

I can do it; with commitment and hard work, and lots of 5:30 a.m. classes. I’m getting stronger. Bolder. CrossFit is fun. Yeah, I said it. Come play with me.
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Tara asked for 100 words with “Sorry” as the prompt. (Word says this is 100 – WordPress says 98 – we’ll go with this anyway)

If you’re ever in my neck of the woods, come play with me at CrossFit Certitude. 5:30 a.m. classes are a hoot. Really. Don’t believe me? Yeah, come play with me. You’ll see.

My heART and I travelled to Hawaii for our 35th anniversary and met some online friends, enjoying their state from their perspective.

The dream awakened. Why not try to meet ALL of my online friends! Hubby told me to be careful and gave his blessing.

Since then I have traveled to Indiana, Texas, California, and Massachusetts. This time next week I will be in South Carolina to be followed by a stop in Georgia before heading home.

True friendships can be made online. I look forward to exploring more in the coming years, as finances allow. Will you be next?

written for Tara’s 100 Word Challenge. The prompt is DREAM. Now, go and give me 100.

photo of the gate to Boston Common. Taken while in Boston in October 2014.

photo of the gate to Boston Common. Taken while in Boston in October 2014.

I once fantasized about becoming a nun, taking the habit. I would be a Bride of Christ, with vows of poverty and, occasionally, silence.

I contacted Mother Superior for the order teaching in my small parochial school. Mother answered my letters with wisdom, humility and love. She encouraged me to pray, to seek if this was God’s will for me.

In high school my world was expanded. Still parochial school, but several schools combined. Options! I met my heART when we were only 15.

I shucked the habit and took on a ring to become the bride of Art. No regrets.

Valentine's dinner smooch 2016

Valentine’s dinner smooch 2016

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Written for Tara’s 100 Word Challenge, this is a second version of the prompt HABIT. True stories are sometimes better than fiction. :)

One day I awakened the slumbering beast inside me.

It yawned deliciously. It stretched its wings. It reached out of the flaccid years-long stasis and moved towards the fit beast it somehow knew it could be.

Nearly four years later the beast roars each time it walks into the gym, picks up a weighted bar, sets its shoulders and lifts. Or swings. Or pushes. Or squats.

I am a cross fitter. It’s my drug of choice.

My mother would be somewhat horrified. I’m not the lady she thought she raised. I think, however, she would support the fitter, happier me.

warming up with Rusty the gym dog

warming up with Rusty the gym dog

written for Tara’s 100 Word Challenge. This week’s word is HABIT.

I started out at 350# – could barely ride the stationary bike 10 minutes at a time. I’ve taken off 75# and find myself much fitter and happier. You can find me at CrossFit Certitude M-W-F at 5:30 a.m. Join me. It really is habit-forming.

Land sakes (as Grandma Abbott would say), it has been FOREVER since I have been here. Where has the time gone?

Work continues to take most of my time . . . but all work and no play makes for a dull moosie. So, what is happening otherwise?

CROSS FIT!!!

About 18 months ago I stumbled upon cross fit as a way of working out. I went into it with trepidation and fear because I didn’t know how to do any of the movements and I was sure I would be laughed at. (Oh, catholic grade school days, how you continue to haunt me) But that does NOT happen in Coach Nikki’s cross fit workouts. She is all about working to YOUR (MY) abilities, concentrating on proper form so you (I) don’t get hurt.

SCALE is the word, is the word, is the word.

I started with two nights a week – moving up to two early mornings and then three early mornings and, when Coach Nikki and her PIC Carmen opened their own box, 5 mornings a week. The schedules have changed a bit, but I am still going 5 days a week. I am getting stronger and I love our community of like-minded people.

Recently I took part in the CrossFit Games Open competition, along with several members of our Box. I had NO clue what I was getting myself into. But I am game for most anything and LOVED the stretching of my abilities. Thank goodness the PTB in the Open had a scaled division – and age divisions. I gladly accepted my place in the Masters division (60+) and made it through all 5 weeks of the competition. Placed SECOND in Alaska for my age group. (out of 3, but, shush)

So, yep . . . work . . . cross fit . . . family . . . church . . . THUD!

That THUD is what I do when I come home from work each day. (Getting up at 4:30 is EARLY)

Oh, and knitting . . . yup, still doing that. Writing? Not as much. I still have people wandering through my brain cells begging to be let out. I’ll get the there. It just may take me awhile. I am still writing a bit – have had pieces published in the Alaska Women Speak quarterly magazine several times. I just haven’t been here.

That’s me . . . how have YOU been?

Live Free. Live Strong.

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p.s. 3 years ago and last summer pics below . . . will be updating soon. :)
wide load 2010 june 2014 4-24-15

added a third picture from today.