Too much fun. We kicked off the weekend by celebrating a friend’s 30th, then spent Saturday night whooping it up at a wedding.
Saturday I was feeling a
bit stupid adventurous and decided to try out Crossfit. If marathon training wasn’t going to kick my a** anymore, something else had to replace it, right? If you had asked me Friday if I would have gone to Crossfit on Saturday morning I would have said you were high. Nonetheless, after hearing many a success story on Friday night, I put on my running shoes and big girl panties then hit the gym. I actually had yoga plans Saturday morning, talk about the other end of the spectrum. I’ll give you more deets later, right now I’m still trying to process my decision. I need more than a first date to make up my mind.
Unfortunately, I am not sure if I am sore from the down-low dancing at the wedding or my wall-balls. (That’s what she said.)
If I can leave everyone with one thought for the week, let’s get it started on the right foot:
What’s your favorite song to dance to at weddings? Journey, Michael Jackson? I wanna know what tickles your twinkle toes!