More is.... MORE!

Complete as many rounds as possible in seven minutes of:

7 Deadlifts

20 meter Sprint

14 One legged squats

21 Double-unders

20 meter Sprint

I'm stoked. I know I should base my personal gains by comparing myself to what others put on the board, but isn't that the point of the board? Por ejemplo, I think that Jaime is way more advanced than me in many areas, and I exceeded her score... Granted, I don't know how she scaled the WOD, but knowing I got more work done in the same amount of time makes me feel good that I could keep with someone I feel is farther along in her fitness journey. 

I did 105#s (which I wanted to do more, but Zeb told me to take easy) and I used a small box to do my pistols. The box was beneath my butt to catch me if I fell, which I did. From the seated position I still had to extend one leg out and stand straight up off of one leg; it was difficult. Double Unders are definitely my nemesis--- for now! I'm still doing that extra hop between each DU. G thinks it's now ingrained in my brain, like I've made a neurological pathway that now has to be broken and taught to do a DU w/o the hop. If I had DUs down I'd have easily 4 rounds in 7 mins for this WOD. 

Today was a good day, not just in the box, but also at Dreamworks. I was called in to do a catering. I love the crew there. I think I say that every time I finish a shift. It's not work. John really wants to go to Animal in the next week or so. Excited about that. And he has a job lead that is temporary; an independent QA inspector whom runs her consult business was hired by Kaiser Hospital to do an overhaul of their facility.  Tomorrow I've got to shoot my resume over to him to forward to the DM. 

Plus, I have to haul ass to San Gabriel Valley to murder a guy named Steve, who may have cost me several thousand dollars in earnings in my stock portfolio. Like really. I've fired that entire office. There is a way to rectify the offices boo-boo hopefully... I don't want to think about it cause it will get me all hot and bothered. *Serenity now, serenity now, serenity now* Ahhh. 

Time to think of nothing. 

I'm a cold hearted snake, look into my eyes

I just hung up the phone. It was Charles. I answered the call with concern, "Is everything alright?"
He said no, and started to fall apart into sobs. I became worried. He hates it there. I let him cry. I felt a lump in my throat build, but not for what you think... I was stifling a laugh. As I felt the chuckle bubble up from my diaphragm, I thought, "I'm going to hell." It is soooo unlike me to react with such mercilessness. I'd like to think I have a vast capacity for empathy and compassion. My reaction was organic and real, and I couldn't predict that that was how I was going to react. Charles never heard me laugh. I said only soothing words. He hung up comforted, I believe. And that, is loving kindness.

Oh funny story: I spent the day cooking at Dreamworks. There are 2 student interns doing their mandatory internship to complete their culinary program. One of them being "Tom," whom I later find out is the Vice President of Dreamworks' life partner. Sizing him up, "Tom" seems competent; fast learner, takes direction well, and has a keen palate for seasoning. The team of us, execute a formal luncheon for 40ppl of tomato/mozz stack salad, surf and turf, and berry shortbread trifle.

The vegetarian option was manicotti. Chef John is Italian from Sicily and his renditions of italian classics are DA BOMB-seriously! So when service was over, I could not wait to dig into the left over manicotti. I take one huge bite of the firm crepe and was hit with an overwhelming tanginess and strong soapy flavor. I immediately turned to John, and asked "Why does this taste hispanic?"

John tries a bite. His eyes go big and his forward crinkles, "Tom, did you use salsa on the manicotti thinking it was marinara?" The whole kitchen just busts up laughing. We served this shit to 3 vegetarians in room of studio executives.

Ahhhhh, I guess you had to be there.

(Ugh, Charles just called, again, to say good night. I'm Fucked.  I should just stop answering his phone calls. I'm not sure if I have that level of indifference in me....)

Event number 2, was later in the day and it was just  hors d'oeuvres. On the menu was sliders and John let me pick the slider o' da day. So I picked Avocado, Bacon and Chipotle Mayo on Kobe Beef and Hawaiian Rolls. They were deliciousness. Let me show you:

My stress has been lifted. I can once again focus on the simple things that bring me joy, like Crossfit. I can't wait to get back to the box tomorrow. The workout looks awesome. More practice working on my pull ups. I know I made a goal of doing an unassisted pull up by my birthday which is in less than 10 days; I may have to extend my deadline. That will be an awesome day. 

I ate pretty clean today: turkey breast, quinoa salad, apple, more turkey, kale and beet salad, cherries... and a bahn mi sandwich- ya, not so clean. The bahn mi was sooooooo delicious and yummy. 

It's going to be a glorious weekend. Sunday, I'll get to "confront" my former employer and go toe to toe with them at the Taste of the Nation event. Ok, so we're not going toe to toe, but I'm trying to channel peace and harmony when having to see my saboteurs on Sunday. There is still a bite to the thought of my unjustified firing. I would say 80% of me is healed; that part is really happy I no longer work for that company, so I'm trying to bring those thoughts to the surface. I should keep focus on why I am present at the event, which is to promote my products within the foodservice industry. I am in the midst of setting up a credit account with them to distribute my products, so everything will be rectified. 

Off to dream land...

"Would you want to marry a wicked man?"

"Well, I wouldn't marry anyone who was really wicked, but I think I'd like it if he could be wicked and wouldn't."