(or: "Crazy Rantings of a Kool-aid Drunk Crossfitter")
(or: "Confessions of an Overthinker")
Friday, February 24, 2012
Smelly...in a good way.
While tucking the kids into bed, they said I smelled like Crossfit, rubber and bacon. Epic. Win. At least I don't smell like too much alcohol...or depression... or refined carbs like the old days. Some day, they will walk into a smelly gym and think, "Aw...Mom!"