Warning: I’m tired, so forgive me if this post comes out as a jumble…

This morning I started my day with another on ramp class at West London Crossfit. Again, lots of learning, lots of great energy, and a perfect start to things.

Breakfast was more like dinner (last night’s coleslaw and pork) = chicken and cabbage but with nut butter. Weird, but whatever. Delicious.

I hit the trails this morning for a quick run. 30 minutes was perfect–enough to make me sweaty, energized, and ready for the day. 

And what a day it was.

Bonnie came down for a visit — the last one before she heads to Saudi to teach for two years. I am trying real hard not to cry right now–but at any rate, to say today was bittersweet would be an understatement.

There was lunch with friends…

There was Starbucks…

And there was…

An ankle sprain?

A kin student practicing ankle taping?

A feigned injury to get out of gym class?

Keep guessing.

There were TATTOOS!

BAM! If you don’t remember me mentioning it before, getting a new tattoo was on my summer bucket list. If you’re really creepy, you’ll remember me mentioning in Bonnie’s birthday tribute in the spring that we had plans for these bad boys:

“During my recovery, she made me a chart and gave me “gold stars” for doing things I thought were scary  (but were necessary in my recovery). So if you hear me talking about why I want a gold star tattooed on my butt this summer (and on hers), you’ll understand why.”

They might not be gold and they might not be on our butt cheeks, but the meaning is what matters.

It’s pretty freaking cool to be recovered.

It’s even cooler to have a symbol of it on my ankle.

So I was flying high and I can’t wait to show the thing off but tonight it was under wraps. After the 6pm class at WLC, I taught a bootcamp class at The Athletic Club. It’s new on the schedule and this is the first week, so I only had one girl. She was awesome–fit, easy to talk to, game for anything (even burpees and a max plank hold!)–so the hour went quickly!

When I got home I was ravenous. I’d had a yogurt in the middle of the afternoon (first one in weeks) but I was ready for more food. I had an apple, coconut, and some melted cashew butter. Heaven. I am finding myself eating a ton of nut butter again, I’ve been having dairy (it’s a grey area), and I think what I need to admit is that I’m 10 days into this challenge and I should probably step it back up. Game on.

How do you feel about tattoos? 
And a dare: use the term “butt cheeks” in your next blog post. I did–classy!