Saturday AM = CrossFit Works in Tucson
Um hi sexy coach Chris. And hi bad ass gym. Why didn’t I come here sooner!?!? ugggggg! It was so much fun! I was there for 2 hours. “Okaaaay. Now we’re going to do cleans. Okay now we’re going to do a ‘test’. Okay now go run 800 meters. Tired yet?”
I’m beyond sore. But I think I’m just weak because I seem to ALWAYS be sore these days.
But yah, CrossFit Works is fantastic. And it’d definitely be my box if I lived in Tucson. But I don’t, so at least I got to enjoy it ONCE while I was here. A great way to finish off my glorious Tucson weekends.
After CrossFit I checked into my hotel, showered and went out to do what I do best… shop. I needed to make a special trip to Trader Joe’s for Ryan. I mean, the guy is fighting a war in Afghanistan. It’s the least I could do.
I’m still LOVING my hair. And finally got to wear my new yellow shirt that I got in Phoenix with my mom.
I also saw Safe House, the movie. With Denzel Washington and Ryan Reynolds. Um… hello sexy man!
Sunday Morning = Warrior Dash!!
As every good morning does, it started with a coffee.
And running clothes. I stuck with black. It tends to do better in the mud… ha.
If you look really close, you can see my “CrossFit hickey’s” from the barbell. OUCH.
After some minor navigation issues, Philip and I made it to the race. Barely!
The run was a blast. There was a TON of obstacles. And everyone around us was having a really great time. I loved the energy and motivation. The costumes were fun too!
After crawling though 2 feet of mud… my shoes had seen better days. I was perplexed. To throw away, or not. I decided to chuck them. I added to this monstrous pile! Gross, right?
And so it was… hot and muddy.
Warrior Dash was awesome. They might of had me at “free beer” — but the mud was fun too.
After being pressure washed by fire hoses. Literally. We paid a visit to my favorite, In N Out. And yeah… I ate the WHOLE bun. Kill me.
Super cool souvenir… a wrist band. It’s like I went to a club.
And the shirt is awesome!!
Now I’m putting together the Afghanistan packages.
And eating copious amounts of cookie butter.
Because it tastes like cookies. And butter. And my goal is to be 200 lbs. Obviously.
Because I’ve heard that I’m “0% body fat. And one big muscle with twigs for arms.” Love ya too, bullies!
Mud runs are a blast. But it’s not so fun digging mud out of unspeakable locations. And wringing mud out of your Lululemon shorts… yah I just cringed a little bit too.