Love, Dad

My sister and I often share funny emails, notes and/or voicemails from my father with each other. I can’t really explain what it is about his messages, but they always bring a smile to our faces. I think it is his witty sense of humor that isn’t over done (which clearly, I didn’t inherit). Or maybe it is the formality of his electronic communication, something he hasn’t fully embraced – you will never see him “lol-ing” or using any sort of emoticon. Sometimes, he gets caught up in work and doesn’t have a lot of time to wonder the aisles of a hallmark looking for the perfect birthday card. I think my sister I have each received at least a few birthday cards that he picked up from the hospital gift shop, wishing us a speedy recovery or sympathizing with us over our loss of a loved one.

Good old Dad.

So, I just had to share with you all the most recent communication I received from him. I missed his call over the weekend and thankfully he decided to leave a voicemail. I’ve transcribed his message below:

“Molly. It’s your father. I am watching the Crossfit Games on ESPN2. I don’t want you doing this anymore. You end up looking like a really scary cyborg. I don’t know if you are checking this out, but, um, think about what you are doing?”

Click.

Ahh, another priceless piece of advice from my dad. But to be honest, I don’t know what he is talking about. Muscles are beautiful, right?

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Look out ladies, as soon as I learn how to do 1 pull up, you are all in trouble.

CrossFit and Bloodies, The Perfect Combo

Matt and I have started to settle into a 2012 weekend routine. And I like it.

Since I started participated in CrossFit with Matt, we now make a weekend activity out of it. We go to one of the morning workouts on either Saturday or Sunday and then enjoy a delicious brunch at one of the local restaurants n Williamsburg. This tradition is something that I now look forward too – especially if it involves a bloody mary!

This weekend, after our workout, we went to a new restaurant, Diner. I heard about this place from a co-worker (I think their cousin may own it, but I am not really sure) and after researching it a little more on Yelp, I decided this would be a good post-workout spot. Well, let me tell you, we were not disappointed.

Williamsburg is known as being a popular location with hispters, and The Diner certainly appeals to that character type. From the red, shack-like appearance, to the menu scribbled on a piece of paper, to our waiter who looked like he was a 70s gym teacher – it was amazing. We split a stick bun (diet, what diet?), and I got eggs and toast while Matt indulged himself with the country breakfast. The bloody mary was good, but it didn’t live up to the bloodies at Daddy-O’s, we favorite spot in the West Village. All in all it was a great experience.

We also spent some time this weekend celebrating some of our favorite friends. Saturday night started off with an engagement party for one of our favorite couples Jen and Nate. We are so thrilled for them and can not wait to hear more about the wedding planning process. I was particularly excited because I clued Jen into the wonderful world of pinterest – I hope she will spending hours on their looking for inspiration!

Afterwards, we met up with a lot of our friends to celebrate Mike Smeets’ birthday. It was quite a night filled with dancing, cupcakes, and a bar the promised “more fun” – Thanks for including us in the festivities!

The Second Coming

Last night, the entire Robin Hood staff was invited to a private viewing of The Artist in Harvey Weinstein’s private screening room. We also used this opportunity to celebrate our Executive Director’s 50th Birthday. The evening was very fun and adds to my growing list of “once in a lifetime opportunities” that I have experienced since joining Robin Hood.

Matt spent this evening at CrossFit and then went home. He was on his own for dinner, which usually means a smoothie, heating up a lean cuisine or ordering something from seamless. When I opened the door to our apartment, I smelled something weird… I walked to the kitchen and looked to see if any of our gas burners were left on by accident (something Matt has been known to do frequently). All were in the off position. Then I realized that the oven light was on. I ducked down to peer in and I almost fell over at the sight I was beholding.

Matt is definitely not a fan of leftovers; so much so that he refuses to eat them (And you all think I am a princess?!) Typically, when I decide to make something for dinner; I need to cut the recipe down by at least a half, or be prepared to eat the meal for the next 3 days (lunch and dinner). I grew up in a household where we had a leftover smorgasbord at least once a week, so the concept of Matt absolutely refusing to eat them was one I didn’t understand, and truthfully, didn’t really appreciate.

Well, last night, not only was Matt using the oven and cooking himself dinner, but he was heating up leftovers from the meal we had the night before! I shouted outloud (just ask my mom as I was on the phone with her) “hallelujah, praise the Lord! Christ has come again – it is a miracle!”

After praising Matt for his newfound appreciation for my cooking (even in the form of leftovers) I went to bed dreaming about my now nearly perfect husband.

Unfortunately when I woke up this morning and walked into the kitchen, I returned to reality. I guess the second coming has come and gone already.

This was our sink this morning...

10 Miles a Week

When Matt told me that he was only going to run 10 miles PER week for the marathon, I was skeptical. He tried to reassure me that his CrossFit training would get him across the finish line, but I still couldn’t buy into it. About a month ago, Matt did a half marathon and finished in just over 1 hour and 40 minutes. I was impressed; but still, that was only half the distance of a marathon.

Well on Sunday, Matt proved me wrong. He ran his first marathon in 3 hours and 46 minutes. And while the last 5 miles were rough, he finished with a smile on his face. I am so proud of him and totally inspired to run next year!

 

On a totally unrelated note – be on the look out for the very first GUEST BLOGGER post. It is definitely going to be a good one. And if you want to write a guest blog, let me know!

 

CrossFit: A New Way of Life, but Not a New Personality

About 6 months before Matt and I got married, he decided he needed to get his butt in gear and slim down for the wedding. He decided to start doing CrossFit and has since become the top notch specimen that he is today. All kidding aside, I am very proud of Matt for committing himself to this and all of his hard work really is paying off. I am sure that his performance in the half marathon this weekend will provide more proof to just how successful CrossFit really is.

Last night Matt put me through a pretty rough workout. Our workout is listed below.

3 rounds for time of the following:

10 Power Cleans
10 Burpees
5 Pull Ups
10 Kettlebell Swings
10 Box Jumps

I nearly died. I find burpees to be one of the hardest activities known to mankind. I literally find myself lying, face-down, on the group unable to convince myself to get up and keep going. Matt crushed me, as per usual, and cheered me on as I finished a full minute and a half behind him.

After our workout we decided to do some stretching. I was trying to catch my breath and stop sweating when I heard a strange noise coming from Matt’s side of the room. It sounded like this:

“Meow, meow, meow, meow, meow… mooooooooooooooooooo”

I looked over to see Matt, totally in the zone, doing the well-known yoga move “Cat/Cow.” It is so nice to know that even as Matt becomes more hardcore, in terms of his CrossFit performances, he isn’t losing those goofy qualities that I fell in love with.