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Today: Flywheelin’ with ClassPass.

My midwife cleared me for yoga and “brisk walking” (which sounded super fun until I briskly wiped out on my neighbor’s icy sidewalk) two weeks after Grace was born.  When I was still feeling (relatively) great two weeks later, she encouraged me to engage in “moderate exercise.”    My CrossFit Southie membership is on hold for another week or so (and as anxious as I am to be back, I want to be sure I am as careful about returning to CrossFit as I was about CrossFitting while pregnant), and though I love a good workout DVD as much as the next girl, it felt important to get out of the condo.  And see other people.  Like, other than the post office people.  I think they have grown weary of my chatty visits.

One of the upsides to being overtired is that I have much less energy to think rationally and/or talk myself out of things.  When I received an invitation to the ClassPass Boston launch at Flywheel, I probably should have asked myself the following questions:

  1. How might sitting on a spinning bike feel mere weeks after giving birth? (Don’t ask, I won’t tell…. Okay, I will.  The first minute or so felt like an atomic wedgie of death… and then I remembered to adjust the seat height on my bike and all was right in the world.  Obviously, the post-partum experience is different for everyone, but I am guessing there are more gentle re-entries into the world of exercise.)
  2. Do I have any business whatsoever at a place as cool as Flywheel?
  3. Can I ride a stationary bike? (It’s been ages.)
  4. What if I fall off?
  5. What will my mental state be at 7:30 PM, after being up all night and all day?  Safe for human interaction?  Acceptable for the public domain?
  6. Do I own clothes other than these three bathrobes I’ve been rotating and have become weirdly attached to?

Instead, I just RSVP’d Very much yes.

And I’m so glad I did.  In addition to the much needed normal (the others, not me) human  interaction with some of my favorite Boston girls (Caroline, Sarah and Sarah), I got a great workout and maaaaan, did that feel good.  I loved everything about Flywheel, from the friendly staff to the stadium-style set up, and the high-tech TorqBoard to the freedom to control how intense (or un-intense?) my workout would be.  Added bonus: I did not fall off anything.  Our instructor, Ann, had the best energy and chose the perfect soundtrack for our 45 minute ride.  I can’t wait to take another class with her.

Lucky for me, I don’t have to wait long.  Shortly after Tuesday’s event, the lovely Jenna at ClassPass reached out with the generous offer of a complimentary one month membership.  I immediately (after saying thank you, obviously) booked another class with Ann at Flywheel and checked out the other classes available in and around Boston.

ClassPass

For $99/month, members can take up to 10 classes at partnering studios and gyms (up to 3 classes at a given studio per month, for example: 3 of your 10 classes can be at Flywheel).  There is no long-term commitment required.  You can find all the details here, but here’s my take:

  • While $99 isn’t chump change, the $10/class you’d pay with ClassPass is often much less than the cost of individual or drop-in classes at the participating gyms and studios (a single ride at Flywheel is $28… a bit rich for my wallet… but to be fair, this includes amenities such as shoes and lockers). #chaching
  • The variety of classes available (spinning, yoga, HIIT, etc.) is fantastic, and the participating studios and gyms are some of the city’s most popular venues (I love a good map: Boston studios, New York studios).
  • I love that you have to reserve your classes in advance.  I know this will keep me accountable, while ensuring I am carving out time to take care of myself
  • ClassPass’ website is very user-friendly.  Members have access to information about each class, studio and instructor, as well as a review system for sharing post-workout tips and experiences.

In addition to scheduling Ann’s class, I took a post-baby fitness class in the Back Bay this morning, and may also fit in a restorative yoga class (which I am hoping amounts to adult nap time… so tired) for later this week.  In the meantime, I’m going to make a list of things normal people talk about (i.e. not diapers) and practice chitchatting with Clark.

Full monty disclosure: I attended a free class at Flywheel and received a complimentary month-long membership to ClassPass.  All opinions and thoughts shared are my own.  Especially the part about the wedgie.

Also On Tap for Today:

Who is your favorite fitness instructor?  Do you have a class to recommend?  What’s your favorite thing to talk about with other grown-ups?

Today: When enough is… too much.

I left home precisely three times between Friday and Sunday evening.

  1. I went for a walk with Clark (before you report me to the ASPCA or Sarah McLachlan, rest assured that Nick picked up my slack)
  2. I made a trip to the pharmacy for cough drops (and crossword puzzles)
  3. I met with our friendly neighborhood police officer to have our car seat inspected (Last Minute Larry strikes again)

I spent the rest of the weekend asleep, trying to be asleep, moaning and groaning, being stumped by crossword puzzles, watching the Kill Cliff East Coast Championships online (while my ticket to the event mocked me from the coffee table), wondering if you can wear more than one Breathe Right strip, and starring in my own one-woman version of Les Miserables.  I don’t know if I should admit this (especially after promising you that you didn’t need to call animal welfare on me), but at one point I was so conked out that I drooled on my own dog.  He didn’t seem to mind (and he loves that I am on the same napping schedule as him), but I was mortified.

I went from feeling great for the better part of 36 weeks to, seemingly suddenly, feeling… not so great.  Our midwife encouraged me to slow down.  I wanted to, but I also felt like I had a ton of work to get done.  And I wanted to squeeze in one more workout before putting my CrossFit membership on hold.  Also, I finally remembered what I forgot to get at the store, and so I figured I should go get it.  And I had just one more big work event to pull off, so I worked late to ensure it went perfectly.  Several nights in a row.  And I wore heels to the event.  Plus, I scheduled a couple more meetings.  And I invented other things to add to my to do list.

While my ego tries to keep busy and be important, my body is saying, enough is enough.  I could do without this rotten cold, and I wish I wasn’t such a boob for letting myself get this run down, but I’m finally seeing how badly I do need to slow down during these last few weeks (or days?).

Enough is enough… but it’s also too much.  I can’t keep up.  I can’t do what I’ve always done.  And that’s okay (even if it’s been a bit of a challenge to accept).  After all, it’s not just about me any more.  

If you can learn this lesson without polishing off a box of Kleenexes, please do.  From here on out, I’m steering clear of my ego and listening to my tired, not-so-little body.

A few more things to avoid when you’re pregnant (or just a human, in general):

  • Other people:  (Sort of.)  People say really weird things to pregnant women.  I’ve heard some real doozies, from the security guard in Detroit who told me that she did voodoo on me, causing me to have twins (I was like, Maybe, use your voodoo for something more productive… like fixing Detroit?), to the man in my office building who asked, “Did you get fat, or are your pregnant?” or the woman at the supermarket who told me my doctor was wrong, and that I would have a baby before Christmas.  And it’s not just strangers.  People I know and love have said some bizarre things, too.  It’s sort of impractical to avoid people altogether (especially when you consider my next suggestion), but it’s important to develop some sound coping mechanisms for the inevitable weirdness.  Please don’t let the comments get to you.  They are likely coming from a good place.  I think.  
  • Too much alone time: I have never been so far inside my own head as I have been these past nine months.  I would likely be lost in there if I didn’t have a support system to field my questions, listen to my worries, offer suggestions, and laugh (in sort of a sad way) at me when I thought my belly button was connected to the baby’s belly button via the umbilical cord.  (Don’t ask, don’t tell.)
  • The internet:  I should be banned from WebMD.  In the past week alone, I’ve diagnosed myself with six different incurable diseases.  And I’ve cried about all six of them.  When I stopped crying, I went on BuzzFeed (usually a reliable source of laughter, i.e. the opposite of crying), only to stumble on this terribly sad cartoon about how dogs grieve for their scattered children.  I thought it would be something cute about grown-up dogs following their puppies on Instagram (shameless plug for @clarkthefrenchie), but it was actually devastating.  Please don’t read it.  Unless you want your day life ruined.
  • Comparison:  Every person is different.  Every pregnancy is different.  You’re probably doing it perfectly.  For you.

Oh.  And avoid soft cheese.  Which is just plain rude.  I want my first meal in the hospital to be an entire wheel of brie.  Maybe.  Actually, I think I want a root beer float.

Also On Tap for Today:

How did you spend your weekend?

Today: Last week’s workouts.

At 35 weeks pregnant, putting on pants feels like a workout.  Fortunately, I’m still feeling good enough to make it to CrossFit twice a week and have been carving out time for a little prenatal yoga in my makeshift studio (the baby’s room).  Actual workouts are a good thing.  Pants on the other hand… meh.

Tuesday and Friday: Prenatal yoga

I haven’t been sleeping much lately (no more than 1-2 hours at a time, which is making for a very delightful and pleasant Elizabeth), and nearly nodded off during savasana both days.  With so much floating around in my brain (a recent sampling: trying to get as much work done as possible before going on leave, trying to avoid googling various pregnancy symptoms, attempting to locate my keys, wondering), the quiet time yoga affords has been both challenging and exactly what I need.  The stretch feels good, too.

Thursday: 2014 WOD at CrossFit Southie

Nick and I rang in New Year’s Day at CrossFit Southie with lots of rowing and modified burpees.  And then I ate a donut.  Real talk.  Also: I like that the baby got a shout out on the whiteboard.

Saturday: CrossFit in the cold

My face nearly froze off on our way to the gym Saturday morning, but after being snowed in, it was good to get out of the condo.  All that rowing warmed me right up.

WOD: 1000m row, 30 pull-ups, 20 front squats, 10 wall climbs, 20 front squats, 30 pull-ups, 1000m row

I wasn’t sure I could hang for the full 2000m, and scaled the first row to 850m.  By the time I got on the rower for the second time, though, I knew I could finish out a full 1000m.  I scaled the pull-ups to jumping pull-ups and the wall climbs to elevated push-ups using a racked barbell.  No donut this time.

Also On Tap for Today:

How are you staying warm this week?

Today: Hello, 2014.

And just like that, another year has flown by.

On New Year’s Days passed, I sat down to think through and write out my goals, my hopes, and my plans for the coming twelve months.  I’d look back the previous year’s highs and lows, and attempt to make some sense of it all.

This year, however, I am doing my best to just be here.  With our baby’s arrival mere weeks away, I feel a bit like a boat tied to the dock.  I’m as ready as I can be (which is to say… who knows) to leave the harbor; all that’s left to do is wait.

I am trying to pass this time, this wait, engaged — rather than idling.  I’m trying to soak up the quiet, the mundane, the simple.  And while I cannot wait to see what’s outside the harbor (I just can’t), I am enjoying being tied to the dock.

Life is such a gift.

Also On Tap for Today:

What does 2014 have in store for you?

Today: Last week’s workouts.

I think the expression Better late than never! was invented as an act of charity towards people like me.  People who are just now realizing it’s Thursday.

I had a few really great workouts last week, one’s worthy of sharing, so let’s pretend I am not tardy to, like, every party.

Tuesday: Power Vinyasa Flow at NB Fitness Club with Susan G. Komen Massachusetts and New Balance Lace Up 365

Image courtesy of New Balance

I spent eight hours in Detroit last Monday (and exactly as many hours on planes or in airports), so when my alarm went off bright and early Tuesday, I considered spiking that thing volleyball-style across the room.  Instead, I got up, grabbed a great outfit from New Balance’s Lace Up For The Cure line (as part of a minimum $500,000 donation, 5% of proceeds from this line of athletic wear supports Susan G. Komen) and headed to Brighton.

New Balance hosted a number of special workouts this month, helping to raise awareness for their Lace Up 365 campaign.  I’d been looking forward to the yoga class for a while, but was so impressed with the overall experience.  Before class started, we heard from three breast cancer survivors, who joined us for an hour of Power Vinyasa Flow with Antoinette.  While I’d like to blame travel fatigue or pregnancy hormones, I teared up in the back row, listening as Peter, Theresa and Carol shared their stories because all three were so relatable, so honest, and so human.  And that’s what I love about the Lace Up 365 campaign.  It’s all about honoring those lives affected by breast cancer and ensuring that they are on our minds all year long, not just during Breast Cancer Awareness Month.  In addition to news and information about breast cancer, you can also find information about dedicating your workouts to survivors on New Balance’s website.

The class itself was the perfect blend of challenging and restorative.  I made modifications here and there to accommodate my growing belly (and dwindling balance), and looked up often to see Peter, Theresa and Carol practicing in the row ahead of me.  I’m grateful to have been able to spend the morning with such courageous people.

Thursday: Thanksgiving WOD at CrossFit Southie

Nick and I managed to fit in a workout before hitting the road on Thanksgiving, visiting my parents south of the city and his parents north of the city.  I had planned to do my own thing while the rest of the class completed a partner WOD, but I ending up pairing up with our friend Kendra and completing the whole workout.  I made a few pregnancy-friendly modifications (squats and elevated push-ups in lieu of burpees, step-ups instead of box jumps), but was happy to crank out all the rowing, running, kettle bell swings and double-unders.

A few people have asked me about keeping up with CrossFit while pregnant, and while I am no expert, I think it all comes down to doing your research, consulting with coaches, and doing what feels good.  Thanksgiving’s WOD took just over 40 minutes for us to complete, and at a high intensity– this was definitely pushing it for me.  Knowing how to scale different workouts (whether for time, reps, intensity, etc.) is so important.  If you have specific questions, please don’t hesitate to ask!

Saturday: Hero WOD at CrossFit Southie


“Joe”
10 rounds
10 Thrusters 95#
10 Bar facing burpees
10 Pull-ups
57 Double unders

Saturday’s hero WOD honored Joe Lengel Jr., 57, of Toledo, OH, who died on November 19, 2012, of a gunshot wound sustained while opening his gym, Crossfit Intensity, early that morning.  I finished 8 +8 rounds (I believe the time cap was 35 minutes) and yes, my jump rope matches my Nanos.  Pro Regular person user tip: a bit of washi tape on your rope handles ensures your husband never mistakes your rope for his.

I’ve been fitting in long walks at lunch on off days, making sure to stay active despite the fact that my Spandex is getting tighter and tighter.  Meanwhile, this baby seems to be getting her own workouts in.  I think she’s partial to kickboxing…

Also On Tap for Today:

Are you a lone wolf or a workout buddy?

Today: The (long) weekend according to Instagram XX.

What a difference an extra weekend day makes.  More fun, more food, more fresh air.  Fewer number fives… apparently.

The weekend according to Instagram XX

  1. Things start to feel really real when you go crib shopping.  Trust me.  After a surgical strike at Jordan’s Furniture (we were in and out in an hour, and five weeks from now we will have a crib, a dresser — which we will also use as a changing table — and a glider), we spent a bit of time walking around Babies R Us.  Those little folks need a lot of stuff!  I am so excited for her room to come together though.  While I am not wishing away then next couple of months, I just can’t wait for our baby girl to arrive.
  2. After another long week (and yes, I did end up with a third nail in one of my tires…), I was tempted to skip Sunday’s workout and sleep in.  A little encouragement from Nick and a fresh pair of Nanos from Reebok (thank you!) got me out the door, though.
  3. The WOD required a bit of creative scaling, but it felt good to get moving.  I strict pressed 50 lbs., but I think my days of PRs will likely be on hold for a bit.  I’m getting more and more comfortable doing my own thing, substituting and scaling when needed (crossfitmom.com is a great resource for pregnant CrossFitters), and focusing on the fact that doing something is better than doing nothing.  Especially when it feels like I am wearing a weighted vest… all the time.
  4. I could make six different trips to the paint section at Home Depot and I imagine I’d leave with the exact same paint strips.  Regardless of the intended room.  We used chinchilla (Martha Stewart, surprised?) in our first condo, and I’m leaning towards the same color for the baby’s room.  I love color.  It’s like nail polish for your house.
  5. Can we discuss the fact that I missed number 5?  To quote my husband re: pregnancy brain, “What will you forget to think of next?”
  6. This little snail keeps showing up on our front steps.  I like his outfit.
  7. Running low on mascara (my personal nightmare), I ducked into Sephora… and accidentally bought one of everything.  While reaching for a fresh tube of Diorshow Black Out, a pre-teen (or tween… or maybe she was an actual teen) complimented me on “my makeup taste.”  She then followed me around the store and approved of everything that went into my basket.  She made my day.
  8. I got to spend some quality time with my favorite blondes (my younger sister and our niece) this morning.  We did baby yoga, hid in closets, sprinkled bagel crumbs everywhere, read a book about penguins, sang “head, shoulders, knees and toes,” put a human sweater on a baby doll, and made monster noises.  I wish every day started that way.
  9. Back in Southie, Nick and I took advantage of the gorgeous weather and coaxed the Frenchie up a thousand stairs to enjoy the gorgeous view of the city from Dorchester Heights…
  10. …which explains why Clark has been asleep for approximately 50 hours.

To make up for the lack of #5… a bonus instaphoto:

I am excited and grateful to featured as today’s “Healthy Girl on the Go” thanks to Jenny and Nancy at Gold Standard Women.  I love reading everything this mother-daughter duo shares about their inspiring health journey and loved spending time with them at this year’s Healthy Living Summit.  I encourage you to check out their site!

Also On Tap for Today:

What was the highlight of your weekend?

Today: This week: 1, Elizabeth: O.

If I were one for keeping score… This week: 1, Elizabeth: 0.

Thanks for the stellar protection, stupid bracelet. Just kidding… kind of.

I’m a little cranky and a lot tired.  I’m feeling a bit like the Universe has conspired against me.  On top of other stresses, things that normally would roll off my back have instead rolled down my back and turned into total pains in my ass.  Is it okay to say ass?  I hope so.  If not, my apologies.

I got to work Monday to find out our office fridge somehow broke during the move (we just relocated to a new building, and by new… I mean it’s so old the tampon dispenser in the ladies’ room charges nickles.  And it’s also broken, but that’s sort of irrelevant), so my lunch perished before I had the chance to eat it.  Note to self: Yogurt and various leaves are delicate.  Especially when the heat is on.  The relocation process itself has been nothing short of awful, but I won’t burden you with that.  Not when I can talk about holes in pants.

I spent much of the day Tuesday unknowingly walking around with a gaping hole in my favorite, best fitting pair of maternity pants– the skinny, black ones that make me feel all “I’m not a regular mom, I’m a cool mom.”  I wonder now if they fit so well because of the hole.

On Wednesday morning, I had a complete meltdown (hormones are weird and poking yourself in the eye with a mascara wand doesn’t help).  When I finally got my act together and put my face back on, I headed out to my car discovered I had a second flat tire in eight days.  I am not sure how I ended up with a nail in my left rear tire and a screw in my right rear tire, but I can now navigate to the auto body place in my sleep.  Also, one of the light bulbs in our bathroom exploded.

Thursday was a marked improvement (though that’s not saying much).  I got a ton of work done at the office and made progress on some important projects, ate a delicious non-wilted salad at lunch, and successfully hid my husband’s birthday presents before he got home… but I was almost too exhausted to enjoy the lack of catastrophe.  I barely made it 10 minutes into Scandal before needing to climb into bed. Semi-related: I am considering weaving my own line of WWOPD? (What would Oliva Pope do?… in case that’s not obvious) bracelets.

This has not been a normal week, and yet I am sure there’s a lesson or two in there somewhere (besides wear a helmet and safety glasses in the master bathroom and invest in a full length mirror lest ye flash your underoos unto thine neighbors).  It’s important to slow down.  It’s important to take people up on their offers to help.  It’s important to ask for what you need.  It’s important to schedule down time (and abide by this schedule).  It’s important to prioritize health and rest and balance.

Despite there being more downs than ups this week, there have still been plenty of bright spots.  My sister left me a weird voice mail yesterday (apparently someone joined her in the elevator just as she started leaving the message), which I will save for eternity.   I bought my first outfit for the baby (just touching the fabric made me long for the second we get to hold her).  I have a wonderful husband who helps put things into perspective and can somehow get away with laughing while I am crying like a fool (he’s lucky he’s so handsome).  I enjoyed a really great workout at CrossFit Southie on Wednesday aaaand got a push jerk PR.  I’m lucky enough to pass by three street pianos on my way to work and have loved seeing people stop to play this week.  Clark and I spent lots of time on the beach and at the park… and just when I needed a laugh, he posted a status message about farts and the government shutdown.  He’s so thoughtful.

Those are just the little things.

I know I have so much to be grateful for, especially during a week like this one.  Oh, and if you need a flat (or two) patched… I know a guy.

Also On Tap for Today:

What are your ups and downs this week?

Today: The weekend according to Instagram XVII.

While I didn’t do a whole heck of a lot this weekend (I think that’s why weekends were invented?), those two days flew by.  Beautiful weather, a few good workouts, and plenty of time spent goofing around with Clark…

The weekend according to Instagram XVII

  1. I overslept a bit on Sunday and made it to the first class at CrossFit Southie by the skin of my teeth.  I hate that expression.  I have no idea why I just used it.  Sorry.  (And sorry that I am too lazy to swap it out for something less creepy.)  For the strength portion of the workout, we worked up to a 1 rep max of the strict press.  As the weight got heavier, I wanted more and more to rely on my legs (i.e. not a strict press).  I added weight in small increments (even using the 1 lb.  discs towards the end) and worked up to 73 lbs.  Also, I managed to ding my forehead with the barbell.  Not surprising.  The workout itself was challenging, but I love AMRAPs (as many rounds as possible for a set amount of time).  The bear complex is a series of movements (completed in sequence, without putting the bar down): power clean, front squat, shoulders to overhead, back squat, shoulders to overhead.  Each round consisted of 5 bear complexes, followed by 10 burpee lateral jumps (over the barbell).  I spent the rest of the day feeling like I needed a nap.
  2. The weekend wouldn’t be complete without a polish change.  My hands and nails tend to be dry, so I started using cuticle oil (almost daily) and love it.  Essie makes an inexpensive tube (I found mine at Target) with a genius applicator.
  3. Highlight of the weekend: FaceTime with my niece.  She loves dogs (and birds), so I made sure Clark got in on the action.  She spent most of our call walking around, grabbing books, and showing Clark pictures of other dogs.  And then my heart turned to complete mush.
  4. We spent Saturday night in, surrounded by boxes and packing supplies, watching documentaries on Netflix.  Nerd power!  A few that I’ve enjoyed lately: Urbanized and The Interrupters.  Oh, I also watched one about animals making friends with other species… like a goat and a blind horse.  And an orphaned deer and an old dog.  I am hoping I can somehow arrange for Clark to befriend a small hippo.  Or a turtle.  Or maybe a parrot.  Definitely not a cat, though.
  5. Our neighborhood association has done an incredible job cleaning up our end of Southie, planning and growing gardens and adding unexpected bright spots, like these morning glories climbing a chain link fence.  Especially as we’re getting ready to move, I can’t help but notice how much has changed in just the four short years we’ve been here.
  6. I ended the weekend the way it started, with a tall glass of fresh juice.  As many people ask for the ingredient list as they do for photo app recommendations, so I will happily give you both.  My usual juice consists of a bunch of kale (6-7 stems, trimmed), 1 English cucumber, 2 celery stalks, 2 lemons, 2 green apples, and a small piece of fresh ginger.  I use a number of different photo apps on my iPhone (and usually upload photos to Instagram, rather than using the camera feature within the app).  For collages, I recommend PicFrame – it’s simple and easy to use.  For adding text to images, I use TypicPro and Over most often.  While I like the camera on the iPhone 5, I sometimes use Camera+ or VSCOcam instead, and recommend Self Timer for… welp… self timed photos.

Also On Tap for Today:

Which photo app do you use most often?

Today: The weekend according to Instagram XVI.

After several weekends on the go, it was nice to enjoy a few days at home — especially since we’re scheduled to move in just a few weeks.

Not only did I fit in multiple workouts and multiple naps, but I also found time to read an actual non-work book (Orange is the New Black, which I picked up after watching the entire first season on Netflix in the span of, like, two days.  I definitely recommend the book, but um… spoiler alert: what happens in the show is not exactly true to life).

Our fridge is stocked, my nails are painted, the laundry’s done and the condo’s clean.  I try to balance laziness with short spurts of productivity when I can.

The weekend according to Instagram XVI

  1. It’s been a while since I posted a daily juice photo, but a glass of fresh juice is still my favorite way to start the day (but only after going for a run… no need for any added, um, excitement).
  2. Another favorite ritual:  the at-home polish change.  I’ve been obsessed with essie limo-scene lately, it’s a bit more opaque than ballet slipper but just as pretty.  And, according to essie, it’s perfect for the prom.  So there’s that.
  3. We’ve officially started packing, which means I have officially started coming up with excuses to take Clark for extra walks or reasons to check the mail multiple times a day, and I’ve essentially begun vanishing into thin air as soon as I spot a box being opened.  I did help Nick take everything off our walls and (not-so-helpfully) watched as he spackled, sanded, and touched up paint.  And then I accidentally peeled some paint off our bedroom wall.  I am worse than useless.  I am harmful.
  4. I am a sucker for cute packaging.  I’ve always loved adding POM Wonderful to seltzer, but when I saw this grass skirt-wearing bottle of POM Hula, I convince myself it would taste good in everything (except cereal, well… and probably other things, too).  Regardless, it added a lovely tropical kick to my DD unsweetened iced tea.
  5. I think graffiti is probably against the rules, but I can look the other way when it provides a little inspiration.  Spotted on a recent run: Never lack ambition.
  6. Clark is obsessed with cats.  There are a bunch of terrifying strays in our neighborhood and whenever we spot one on our walk, the Frenchie enters some sort of weird trance.
  7. While Clark was dreaming of a starring role in Cats, the musical, I was celebrating (and sweating through) a 15lb. PR on the strength portion of Sunday’s workout at CrossFit Southie.  There were a number of new people and drop-ins at the 9 AM class and I couldn’t help but think about how warm and welcoming the crowd was when I first joined last July.  One of the few feelings that can trump earning a PR is the feeling of belonging, of community.
  8. More post-workout juice.  Our usual recipe: kale, cucumbers, green apples, celery, carrots, ginger, lemons.
  9. We enjoyed a little fresh air at the SoWa Open Market.  If you’re in town, or visiting on a Sunday, the market is definitely worth a trip.  This year’s market includes the usual art, handmade goods, and crafts, as well as a vintage market, a farmers market, and a lot full of food trucks.  Oh, and the people watching?  Top notch.

Also On Top for Today:

What was the highlight of your weekend?

Today: The weekend according to Instagram XV.

After a week off, enjoying the quiet of Maine, celebrating America’s birthday, and wearing non-work clothing (mostly bathing suits), it’s back to liiiiife, back to reality.  Let’s relive the glory that is the weekend.

The weekend according to Instagram XV

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  1. After several days of rain (which I spent wrapped up in a quilt on the porch swing) I was so happy to be able to get my float on in that icy Maine water before heading back to Boston.  Pure bliss.
  2. While I was pretending to be a mermaid, Clark wound down his final minutes of vacation like the fancy dog he is: legs crossed, sunning on the deck.  The second we got home, he went straight into the tub.  That little guy really made the most of his time in the woods, pawing through mud, eating various insects, and splashing in streams.  In other words: he smelled like a dead squirrel.
  3. The mysteries of life: Why does it take me six days to unpack from a five day trip?  That American flag scarf, by the way, is from Hazel & Olive.  I ordered it just before Memorial Day, when all proceeds benefited the Wounded Warrior Project. #winwin
  4. I like Clark’s July face.  I should probably start compiling photos for The Clark Chronicles 2014…  Can’t get enough of the little muffin?  He’s on Facebook aaaand now Instagram.
  5. A little weekend reading courtesy of WodTalk magazine – lots of great information for fellow CrossFitters.
  6. Nick mentioned something about an NFL fantasy draft, and I immediately felt the urge to bake.  When football is on (which it isn’t, and won’t be for a while thank goodness), I can likely be found making a mess in the kitchen.  I answered the urge with a batch of gluten free blueberry and cinnamon muffins.  I loosely followed a basic blueberry muffin recipe, substituting almond meal for flour and coconut milk for regular ol’ milk and overdoing it a bit on the cinnamon.  Also, I think I ate an entire pint of blueberries while waiting for the over to pre-heat.
  7. Speaking of berries, all I want to eat during the summer is fruit.  The hot pink-er, the better.  I love raspberries.
  8. New hulu+ obsession: A Day in the Life, a series of half hour documentaries from Morgan Spurlock (of Supersize Me fame).  We watched episodes following ?uestlove (his new book is next on my summer reading list) and Braddock, PA mayor John Fetterman.  Both were fascinating.  I highly recommend checking out the series.  I find that since we ditched cable, not only do we watch less television (via our cute little Roku, which streams hulu, Netflix, Amazon Prime, etc.), but we watch better, more interesting television.
  9. Started the weekend floating; ended the weekend floating.  Nick and I enjoyed a little pool time with my parents, and my newlywed sister and brother-in-law (happy almost two month anniversary) on Sunday.  Noodles rule.  Poodles drool.

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What was the highlight of your weekend?