The Body is an amazing thing.

I've said it probably a million times... "My body hates me."
Usually I say it the day after a night of 10 vodka tonics, 2 shots of tequila, 2 shots of rumplemintz, and a visit to Taco Burrito House.

Lately my body hates me for a different reason.
I've been doing actual crossfit work outs for a couple of weeks now... I say "actual" because I'm not just doing my introduction class anymore... I have joined the "big kids" who can lift 5x more weight than me and don't have to modify pushups. It's scary out there!

I woke up this morning with plans to go in and do Monday's work out, which I missed, but I'm going to take today off, because MY BODY HATES ME.

I am so freaking sore.
Here's a lovely shot of my right leg:

It's weird because my body is almost ALWAYS covered with random cuts and bruises. But usually from being drunk and falling down and running in to shit. Or if I'm being honest, being sober and falling down and running in to shit. (Fabulous, I am. Graceful, I am not.)

But now my legs look like I'm the victim of an abusive spouse. And for that I can thank Crossfit. Specifically modified pushups (yep, still doin em on my knees)*, burpees, and the bruises on my shins are from banging them against the bar while doing dead lifts and snatches and other CrossFit type of stuff. I even have bruises on the tops of my feet. I can't even tell you what those are from.

So today, I'm taking a day off. I'm walking around like an old woman I'm so sore. I am putting my body through HELL. But for once, it feels GOOD.

I'm sorry body, but don't worry, you'll thank me in the end.


*(Oh and if anyone makes a joke about my knees being bruised for other reasons? I'll cut you.)