This past weekend was one huge Love Fest. By that I mean, that every hour (except the sleeping ones-- no, wait, those, too) were spent with people I really love, admire and enjoy. I guess it makes sense in this life to surround oneself with wonderfulness... I just really noticed these past few days how lucky I am to have such a prime posse.
Friday morning began dark and early, as it always does for me, with a mini-celebration for a young friend from the gym who became a Mrs. this weekend. She said she was coming in for one more single-lady workout before her big day, so we made sure to send her off with a little silliness and a lot of love. Do you see why I've been able stick with CrossFit? It's not only my health and fitness on the line... there are some amazing friendships, too.
Later Friday, Todd and I attended the funeral service of a young friend. It goes without saying this is something no one ever enjoys doing, but something we all want to do to show our love and respect. This day, as much as the tragedy of the death itself, was absolutely heartbreaking. It was also tremendously heartwarming. To be in the presence of such immense, eternal love and to feel it shared and spread amongst family and friends is truly the kind of legacy we are all meant to live and leave. Because of the highest respect I hold for this family, I will not share details-- I may have shared too much already-- but I do ask you to please keep them in your prayers. Pray for the peace that passes all understanding to guard their hearts and minds.
Saturday morning, Todd and Elisabeth and I got up early and headed to our favorite gym, where, amongst some of our favorite people but in the most unpleasant weather, we competed in the 2017 Murph Team Challenge. As I am sure I have mentioned previously, Murph is a popular Hero WOD that honors the life of fallen Navy SEAL Lt. Michael P. Murphy. You can learn plenty more
here. For our Hotova CrossFit event, we registered with a partner to complete:
1 mile run
100 pullups
200 pushups
300 squats
1 mile run
The running segments are done together, with the rest of the exercises divided between partners, as needed. My friend Steph and I competed together this year; though she is a much, much better runner than I am, we enjoy one another's company and typically work out together every day, anyway. We ended up finishing in 34:08, coming in second place in the scaled division. (This means some of the movements-- pullups and pushups-- were not to standard but were instead scaled to our ability level.) The most exciting part of the event, by far, was that Elisabeth and her friend Grace finished third in this same division! I was SO excited for them, I didn't even realize my team placed! Todd and his partner took a bit longer, but they did the full Rx movements which is dazzling (and basically impossible) in my book! Both grandmas were there to cheer on Libby, and her parents. We were all frozen and soaked and happy.




After a lot of food and a brief rest, with some churchin' and some more eatin' thrown in, my parents, my MIL, Amanda and I took in the annual Broadway in Buffalo concert. This Buffalo Community Theater project raises funds for scholarships for the Tri-M Music Society, a Buffalo High School organization into which Amanda was recently inducted. Who doesn't love showtunes?! We've attended this event for a number of years, and this one was the best yet, hands down! I even managed to stay awake, even though a deep Murph-ache had set in.
Sunday morning again dawned early, with Todd making the coffee run and me packing up for a daylong road trip with my mom, the sisters and some nieces to an extended-family bridal shower in Rochester. It is always nice to see family, but it was a darn, long drive. The highlight was stopping to see my grandma. She's sharp and slow and everything in between, just as it should be at 101.
While I was gone, Todd and the kids headed out with his mom and sister to visit the graves of two grandpas. This is an annual or semi-annual tradition in Todd's family. The kids seem to enjoy remembering, visiting, taking photos, and just "saying 'Hi.'"
I got home on Sunday just in time to change my shirt, pack up some food and the family and head to the high school for Amanda's theatre department banquet and awards ceremony. There, Amanda received her varsity letter-- the second letter for this freshman, if you're keeping track-- for her onstage performances in two BHS shows. She also received the Newcomer Award, singled out and told by the directors that they expect "great things" from Amanda in the years ahead. When we returned home and collapsed, I told my daughter, "Honey, these rewards are lovely and deserved. We are all so proud of you. It's also getting kind of ridiculous; most people don't wake up each morning and think, 'Well, I wonder what I'm going to win today,' so, I want you to know, that if tomorrow, or the next day, there is no award, you are just as valuable and loved even more."
My heart is full. My eyes are heavy and my legs are aching, but my heart is full.