The theme of this weekend was finding peace in the routine. And feeling as grateful as ever.
The weekend according to Instagram X
- Words fail to describe Friday in Boston and neighboring cities and towns. I am proud of our leadership, our law enforcement, and our fellow citizens. And I never, ever want to see another day like that. At a loss for words, I offered a hand to hold.
- With the “shelter in place” order lifted, one suspect dead and another in custody, it felt important to get out of our condo and try to restore some semblance of normalcy. Our box, CrossFit Southie, was hosting a special Marathon Monday workout and fundraiser for the Richard family. The WOD (with a rep scheme of 4-15-13 followed by a half mile sprint) was sent to boxes across the country. Feeling flat out exhausted, I choked up multiple times during the workout, just trying to wrap by head around the week.
- We are just so lucky to be safe and sound.
- The three of us headed out for some fresh, ocean air. I love this little fishing boat (it’s named Success), and living so close to the water. Clark and I went straight for the shoreline, and he took his first dip of the season.
- A good workout, some fresh air… and some sparkle. I wore these flats on my wedding day, and love breaking them out on a regular ol’ Saturday.
- After a week of waffling between emotional eating giant bowls of popcorn and forgetting to eat altogether, we showed up for a verrrrrrrry early dinner at one of our favorite restaurants, Franklin Cafe, before they even had a chance to unlock their door. I felt like one of those people who shows up for door buster sales. Or a very elderly person. I would have been embarrassed but I was too hungry for that.
- If you’re wondering who the biggest goofball on the planet is, look no further. How did I possibly manage to hit myself in the head with a loaded barbell on Sunday morning and still get a 10 lb PR on the snatch? Sometimes I think I should be monitored by scientists, or something.
- After CrossFit (and a shower, obvi), I scooped up the Frenchie and headed to the hospital for pet therapy. Clark cannot get into the car fast enough once he has that vest on. We spent a little over an hour hanging out with the kids and when we left, my heart and head felt a million pounds lighter. Clark, on the other hand, felt six pounds heavier. He can’t say no to treats.
- We rounded out the weekend with a beautiful Mass at St. Cecilia. As we listened to Fr. Unni’s sermon, I knew that I was hearing what I needed to hear. We need to be gentle with ourselves, and with one another. There will always be more light than darkness.
Also On Tap for Today:
- Maybe we won’t lose tonight’s soccer game 99-0… maybe?
- Taking Heather’s cue and sending some snail mail
- This made me laugh 🙂
What are you looking forward to this week?