Long time no post! Sorry to neglect my tens of readers!

This weekend we had our “Grace” finals. The Grace challenge started 2 months ago at CrossFit Coastal. Every so often our gym does a challenge where you do a named workout (like “Helen” or “Grace” etc.) and record your time. Then you train like a badass for 2 months and do the same workout again for time. The goal, of course is to get better. It also holds you accountable for eating healthy, etc.

The “Grace” workout is to simply complete 30 Clean and Jerks as fast as you can. The advanced women are prescribed 95# cleans. I remember – I did NOT want to do it. 2 months ago I could barely clean 85 pounds.

But… in order to be a badass, I went for the advanced division in the June preliminaries… And I got last place. It took me 9:26 to finish.

So, this Saturday, we did the WOD again for the finals… and I did it in 6:49!

Must have been the McDonald's style weightlifting shoes

That’s a 28% improvement! WooHoo!

I won “most improved” and got some money!

Dereck 1st place male 2:41, Kristen 1st place female 5:59, me and Jay most improved male by about 50%

So! Committing myself to badass training paid off — literally!

What am I going to do with the prize money, you ask? I’m going to use it to pay someone to mow my lawn for me.

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Yesterday, I went outside the front yard with Phizz and Trooper. As usual, they both took off down the street. I yelled for them to come back and they kept trotting along – never acknowledging the fact that the alpha dog (me) was calling for them to come home.

I did some work around the yard for a few minutes — and in the distance I see not only Phizz and Trooper running back towards the house – but they had another tiny friend with them.

As they got closer I could see that they had a pure-bred chocolate lab puppy with them.

Oh, no! Where did they steal this puppy?!

Taken. By Phizz and Trooper.

I think they must have gone into someone’s house? There’s no way someone would let a perfect little puppy like this out in their yard unattended. I started knocking on doors — no answer.

I brought the puppy back to my house. Waited a few hours.

Long story short — I went for another walk and found the owners — chillin’ in their house. When they saw me with the puppy they were like, (in Napolean Dynamite voice) “Oh, sweet. You found Molly.”