Take a Leap

It might be might my job, my age, or my disposition, but general holidays have lost their luster. I work every Thanksgiving, haven’t partied on the New Year since I had too much champagne at age 24, and one time I forgot it was Christmas.

It’s no wonder then, that today I forgot it was Leap Day. Luckily the internet reminded me with Facebook alerts, clever/not so clever tweets, and articles about the whole thing. I don’t think Leap Day is an actual holiday– just a calendar playing catch-up– but I was intrigued by the articles advising people on what they should do with their extra 24 hours.

Apparently, on this day, women can propose to men. I guess they might melt into a puddle of goop if they try something like that any other day of the year. You can also celebrate that one friend who insists they are six years old because they were a leap year baby. The rest I saw in passing talked about how you should take the day off to relax or maybe do some charity work. I opted for charity work– but only coincidentally.

Today– probably while you are reading this– N and I will be sitting in the Oklahoma City Humane Society taking a short course on being a safe and effective volunteer. I had this type of volunteering on my to-do list for years, but I never followed through. It wasn’t out of laziness, but fear. I thought it would be too difficult, because I would want to take all the dogs home or that I would be too sad about the ones who aren’t getting adopted. I still think I’ll feel this way, but there is now an overwhelming feeling to do some active good, and this is good.

I am lucky my dogs, Mila and Magnus, can’t talk. If they could, perhaps they would point out the irony in me leaving them for hours to spend time with other dogs. When I return, I expect the will sniff my hands, look at me as if I have betrayed them, and promptly forgive me when they are ready for dinner.

 

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Mila and Magnus and Mireya. Causing trouble, but in a cool way.

 

 

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Fight Gone Good

It felt like I got punched in the gut, 162 times.

I participated in Fight Gone Bad to raise funds for soldiers who have been injured during their service.

Here is me pre-workout:

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Then After:

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So, this how this form of self-torture goes–

1 minute of each: Wall Ball, Sumo Deadlift High Pull, Box Jumps, Push Press, Row. Then a, not long enough, one minute break. The total deal is 17 minutes long.

I managed to crank out 162 reps. That’s a personal record for me. Before you start sending me flowers and other presents for my amazing work, you should probably know the high score for women was, like, 280, or something.

Mireya Garcia…Last, so you don’t have to be.

I had an amazing time, and our box raised more than $3,000!

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