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For Most People, College is a Waste of Time

I had just arrived home from a pedicure with a friend. My toes a lovely plum shade and thoroughly de-caloused and filed to pristine gorgeousness. I walked up the path to my house and spied what at first I thought was a big gray cat. I then noticed the shape and realized it was a raccoon. It promptly turned and scurried to the back where my husbands car was parked and stopped, turned and looked back at me. I went in the house and called the kids quietly, “You want to see a raccoon?” My motherly ‘we must appreciate nature when it presents itself’ character coming out. So they jumped up and ran to the door.

As I turned and ever so gently opened the door and stepped out. It happened. The dang thing came running straight for me. I pushed the kids back in the door, slammed it and screamed. Hubby came in and peeked out the peephole. That crazy rat animal was sitting on our porch waiting to see who the dumbo would be to try to look at him again.

We finally saw it run off into the bushes. Our kitty sat at the door and kept watch after that for quite awhile. She didn’t seem too agitated so I’m wondering if they are buddies and this was a plan just to freak me out. I’m thinking she’s bitter from all the tuna I eat without sharing. You just never know.

NOT ACTUAL RACCOON!!!

Our wedding day, 13 years ago today, the magic began! Happy Anniversary, Honey! It has seriously flown by. Looking forward to the next 13 years of adventure with you! Muah! (Sorry so blurry, it’s a picture of a picture ‘cuz the scanner wasn’t hooked up.)

Dang. We look like babies.

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Her shirt says “Smoke you like cheap crack.” Crossfit seems to have a lot of fairly foul shirts floating around most with liberal use of the “F” word. This is one part of the Crossfit  scene I have not subscribed to.

Looking for the perfect program? The program that is at the right time of day, for the right length of time. Hopefully it’s the one that doesn’t make you sweat too much, or get dirty. You need the program that doesn’t ask too much of you, after all you have a LIFE, for goodness sakes. Oh yea, and the one that you won’t be sore after workouts, or even have to alter your habits, eating or otherwise, much- if at all. I can tell you where this program is. Somewhere in your dreams.

I get the feeling that this is the hope of so many people, which is why it never happens. The amount of “I don’t know how you do it” You’re amazing” “You get up WHEN?” and my favorite, “I’ve tried that, it doesn’t work” comments I get is staggering. Let me tell you folks, it doesn’t ft.

Every day I’m like Cinderella’s stepsister trying to cram my foot into the shoe. I’m tired. I’m sore. I don’t feel like it. It’s ok to skip a day, but I have to make it fit. Why? Because I WANT it.  It took me awhile to get to that point, and I’m not saying everyone wants to or even needs to do what I do, but lets cut the crap. Tell the truth.  It’s hard to fit it in.  Getting up early sucks. My kids hate the childcare.  I’m too old to do that. I totally get all those things. I’ve said them all!

Sometimes you gotta just tell it like it is. We are lazy and would rather sit on our ever spreading arses and complain about it.

You CAN do what you have never done. You may not ever run a marathon. I have no desire to run a marathon. That is not something on my list. I do want to set goals for myself. To lift more. To go faster. To be strong. It is NOT impossible. I will make it happen

My sister in law impressed me the other night. She has two energetic kids, a husband that works weird hours sometimes and is finishing up school, but she wants to do something. A gym membership is not in the works right now, so she makes the time to run. She sets a course, and does it. Is that her favorite thing to do, I don’t know, but she is doing it and seeing results.

My husband hates getting up early. He works out at night. Do I love that he does that? Not always, but we make it fit. It’s not going to work unless you make it work.

Now, go. Stop making excuses and complaining. Do something.

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