Yup, that’s all three of us doing cobra for #YogaADay. I’ve written about this before, but these two boys are my ultimate inspiration. I’m not going say everything I do, I do for them because, well, that’s a lie. They may have been the impetus that got the ball rolling, but I’m selfish. The choices I make, I make for me. The fact that they will learn from my example is just a bonus.
Do not try this at home. Do not do this if you are sensible.
Yesterday I ran intense sprint intervals in the morning, then came home and spontaneously cleaned out the basement for 4-hours. The fat-melting calories were burned and the basement is now shiny & clean, but this is NOT the type of combo deal that wins you energy and vivacious.
I am comatose, my friends. I’ve done everything to try and recover: hydrate, eat, nap, eat again, nap some more.
It’s not working.
My body is still comatose. I feel like a plate of boiled rat’s ass dipped in ragweed juice. I must let this feeling wear off before I can go any further. Yet I was able to temporarily arise from this state and wipe away the drool (yes, there is drool) to at least let you know that I shall overcome.
My arising took place at the tail end of the BBQ Pitmasters competition on TV. My favorite quote from judges?
“Sir, did you inject your pork butt?”
Well yes, indeed. He did inject this pork booty, but still lost the competition. Tisk-tisk. ((eyeroll))
Talk to ya soon.
XO,
Josie
