It's been pretty okay this week. I walked into the Crossfit gym on Wednesday to see what I could do to get ready for the fire test. About 10 minutes later a gal walked in who was signed up for 10 personal training sessions for that same reason. So, I hopped in on her sessions and split the cost with her and now we're three days in. I feel pretty sore today. It's been all sort of stuff, but very useful. I feel like I've maxed out my grip every day and by now my hamstrings and upper back are hurting. We have tomorrow off and then are working out Sunday through Saturday next week. Then I have three days until the real deal.
When I got home today it was something special. Our porch is something out of a Steinbeck novel. We got some sick chickens in a cage, our trash, some dead flowers, a dusty old western saddle, and a bunch of other junk. That's my focus as soon as I go pick up my pickup from Lake City Transmission, which is happening as soon as I finish my bagel. It's not a glamorous Friday night. We need to go over to Redmond in a bit to see how Mads is doing. But, besides that I think I'm putting some elbow grease into this place. The only thing between us and trailer trash is the foundation on this house.
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