This past weekend was cuh-razy with a Capital C thanks to getting rear-ended by another vehicle on the Saturday (we’re fine! Van is fine! It’s all fine!) and the pipes bursting in our garage on the Sunday. Although the pipes bursting didn’t affect me so much as it did my husband who spent the entire day trying to clean out the damage causes by 3 gallons of water flowing every minute from 2:00am until 8:00am. I asked him if he wanted any help but he responded with a “no” and a look on his face that said “My brain is going to explode” which would just be one more thing to clean up so I walked away and then checked on him every hour or so to make sure his brain was still intact.
In other news, it was one year ago today that I began ILuvThis Bootcamp as part of my triathlon training. Thus the Burp-aversary because we burpee up a storm in bootcamp.
Ironically, I did not love ILuvThis when I first began because it was all challenging and hurty. Then after awhile I did start to love it because it was all challenging and hurty, but also because of the people. It’s a great group–both the instructors and the people who are being made to do burpees until curse words are forming in thought bubbles over our heads, with the occasional curse word making it from thought bubble to mouth. I love that it’s different every single class and that it never gets easier. Even if I never ran another triathlon again, I would keep up with these hurty, challenging, amazing classes that kick my ass and make me smile all at the same time.
Burpees with weights and pushups and overhead presses! FTW!
Also, yesterday was the first day of my triathlon training. 50 minutes on the spinning bike, yo! Which sounds all bad ass except I almost threw up afterward and couldn’t walk for about 30 minutes afterwards thanks to shaky leg syndrome so I’m still the same old me.
2014 is going to be a great year, I can feel it!
As soon as we fix our garage.
p.s. I put on seven pounds over the holidays so there is going to be less burping due to eating and more burpee-ing. And yes, I’m going to copyright the word burpeeing.