Bah Humbug.

I find myself not feeling Christmas this year. Things have just been “meh” and it’s dragging me down.


I’m still doing well with my run streak – I missed one day because I was really sick, but I ran two miles later that week to make up for it. I know it’s not a true streak anymore, but I see the miles as being important.

The other thing is that while we have the tree up, there’s nothing under it. My family stopped exchanging gifts well over a decade ago, and with my husband’s family it’s been a few years as well. For the two of us, we’ve just been picking up the little things here and there that we wanted: a couple of video games, some nice whiskey, new fleece shirt, etc. Thus, there’s nothing under the tree.

Yes, these are my mugs. Guess which one I use?
Yes, these are my mugs. Guess which one I use?

Which, in a way is fine. Christmas has always been this crass and consumeristic holiday. Don’t believe me? Work in retail between Thanksgiving and New Year’s. You’ll learn very quickly to dislike Christmas music and the idea of shopping for Christmas gifts.

We have a present-less tree, a couple of dozen peanut butter chocolate chip oatmeal cookies and a fireplace to warm up in this upper 30F weather we’re having. It’s colder here than in half of the country – parts of the country that should be buried in a foot of snow by now! Madness.

Back to my point; this year it’s all tinged with melancholy. Which puts me in a “meh” place. Which makes me want to do nothing.

I’m going to cook a special meal either tonight or tomorrow, but nothing like the Christmas spreads I’ve done in the past. No fun plans of movies or games. No cheese ball. No Bailey’s Irish Cream. Nothing.

Bah Humbug.

Twas the Night Before Christmas

Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house, everyone is stirring because we’re listening to the screeching and clunking of the garbage truck outside our window.

I get that this shit needs to be picked up, but you’re harshing my “Silent Night” vibe here.

All I need is the leaf blower guy to show up with the GRNNNNRRNNNRRRRGGGGGG GRRRNNNGGGGGGGNNNNGGGG GRNNNGGGGGGGGGINNNNG of his industrial-sized, diesel leaf wind destroyer to make things better.

By “better” I mean “STAHHHHHP.”


Last night at Crossfit, our evil coaches devised a new hell for us to the theme of “The 12 Days of Christmas”…you know the song…

"That partridge in a pear tree song, the only bit we like of it is the five gold rings. People go berserk at that point. The rest of it we don’t know." ~Eddie Izzard
“That partridge in a pear tree song, the only bit we like of it is the five gold rings. People go berserk at that point. The rest of it we don’t know.” ~Eddie Izzard

crossfit12Here’s a photo I took of the whiteboard last night:

This particular workout was done like the song: On the first day of Christmas, my true love gave to me: a beer. On the second day of Christmas, my true love gave to me: two turtlenecks, and a beer. And so on…

(It should be quite obvious to you that I prefer the Bob and Doug McKenzie version of this song.)

For those of you who don’t speak Crossfit, this is what the workout consisted of (and my weights/modifications for it):

  • One Clean & Jerk (45#)
  • Two handstand push ups (box-assisted version)
  • Three box jump overs (step overs)
  • Four sumo deadlift high pull (26# kettle bell)
  • Five hand release push ups (knee pushups)
  • Six pistol squats (squat to bench)
  • Seven burpees
  • Eight toes to bar (floor to bar variation)
  • Nine wall balls (10#)
  • Ten pull ups (ring rows)
  • Eleven hang power cleans (45#)
  • Twelve front squats (45#)

Once we began, we did one clean and jerk. Then we did two handstand push ups (or the modification), and one clean and jerk. Then three box jump overs, two handstand pushups, and one clean and jerk. You get the picture.

Hard as fuck. Took me just shy of 37 minutes to complete the whole thing. Needless to say, I’m a bit sore today. However, I am going to the special noon Christmas Eve WOD because they don’t have night classes tonight for obvious reasons.

Want to see a photo of me doing a 20″ box jump? Unbeknownst to me, they took a shot of me doing one. I don’t look TOO bad…

I'm impressed as hell that I can do box jumps. Seriously.
I’m impressed as hell that I can do box jumps. Seriously.

Tim’s been sick all week, so he’s been missing out on these workouts. I hope he’s feeling better by next week so he can suffer…er…join in on the fun with me.

Although I do gripe about how sore I am, I love how sore I am. It means I’ve been doing something with myself. Especially since I made another batch of cookies yesterday. Oops! O_o

Tonight, we’re going to have a Christmas Eve feast of charcuterie, cheese, artichoke dip, smoked salmon, and some bubbly. Tomorrow we’re not getting out of our pajamas and I’m finally going to indulge in some mindless movie/TV watching all day. I may make another post too, you never know! 😀

Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night without garbage trucks harshing your mellow.

Thanksgiving Madness

Before I even put my turkey in the oven, I went to “celebrate” with my CrossFit family.

Madness, I know. But, I used to do “Turkey Trot 5ks” every Thanksgiving, so why not keep up the fitness tradition?

The hubby begrudgingly went with me and here’s what we did:

Thanksgiving WOD

After running a bunch, doing a buttload of squats and ring rows, and pulling 135 deadlifts, I earned that damn bird today.

Here’s everyone after the “massacre”…

We look insane. Truly.
We look insane. Truly.

Now, there’s less than 30 minutes until all the results of my hours of cooking come to fruition. Dat turkey and stuffing, tho.

Happy Thanksgiving!