This weekend sure was something.
I started Friday off by joining the shin smashing club at CrossFit. In our warm-up, we had 10 box jumps thrown in there. On my 8th one, my foot didn’t clear, snagged the top of the box, and I went down.
It’s starting to heal pretty good, but I find myself putting pressure on it without thinking and that’s when it really hurts. The deepest red part is a cute little divot in my shin.
Saturday I ran a lot of errands and nothing too exciting during the day, however, at night, my cousin and I had a double date with twins, where we went to a haunted amusement park. 3 haunted houses and a haunted hay ride. I’ve never screamed, run, and jumped as much in my life. Let’s just say that I worked myself into quite the pickle that night, and I’ll leave it at that. Woof.
Sunday I woke up with a barely there voice. Between being sick and screaming for hours at the haunted houses, it really did wonders on my throat and voice. I got a short run in, as I found it difficult to breathe, so I ran 2 and walked 2. Then it was time to head to my cousin’s son’s babtism.
Love this guy. We’re ’88 babies.
CrossFit cousins. I love my cousin Jenn. She was the one who begged me for years to try CrossFit out. I love talking CF with her! Isn’t she gorgeous?
They really freak me out, but they’re so much fun!