Trying to feel less like a human marshmallow. Can we talk about how bad tabata push-ups are?
I spent the weekend in Boston with some fantastic Bs: kilfudd, platesandweights, baconeggsandlegs and notesontheheavy. You know, in case you didn’t see the 1 million pictures. There’s something really lovely about spending time with people you love/are totally obsessed with but rarely/never see. Mostly I was just happy baconeggsandlegs wasn’t catfishin’.
Celeste and I ate about 300 baked goods (a glorious lemon-glazed donut was the highlight for me), we all made dinner together (Shani roasted a chicken, Jilda made kale salad and I did garlickly potatoes), we worked out (THRUSTERS WHY) and explored.
The only real downer was when we realized I screwed up the date on our return tickets, and we had no way home. FUN. But we found a different bus leaving half an hour after we originally planned, so it all worked out.
And now, back to real life. Womp womp.