CFR is kind of like the olympics…no trash talk. How awesome sauce is it that the only yelling you hear during your WOD are screams of encouragement? The push that you needed to get that last 2.5lbs off the floor, or that final pull up. I am one badass trash talker, (you should hear me at little league games. No, I don’t have kids. I go to trash talk and make other people’s kids cry) but CFR is a no-fly zone. I shout at all of you plenty, but only out of love. No trash talk is just one more thing to love about this big, bad box of yours.
Where was I? Oh, yes. Trash…trash is where we are headed.
They really need to recycle.
I had a pretty cool experience this week. Involving trash. (And this is why we are talking about trash.)
My neighbor stopped over the other evening to check in. Real nice dude. He has a rottweiler named NORMAN. That alone makes him awesome in my book. Anyway…while he was here, he needed to throw something away. It was a paper towel, I do believe.
He stepped on my kitchen trashcan’s little foot-opener-majig, then looked at me and said, “Where is your trash?”
I looked at him kinda sideways (who are we kidding, knowing me I am sure I was wearing one of my face-vomit expressions that I can’t seem to keep in check) and told him that was it.
This is what he says (Seriously, I get happy even thinking about. I.am.so.lame.), “Oh, I thought it was compost or something.”
I told him it was one of the nicest complements anyone had given me. (Yeah, I do need to get out more. Or maybe less?)
That sentence right there means that I eat real food. And I honestly love that I can say that about myself. No middle-of-the-grocery-store-garbage-food in my garbage can!
(Holy moly. I am bragging about my trash. You all have my permission to hate me now.)
Honestly though…
What does your trash say about you?
Seriously.
Go look.
Pick one thing you want to not be in there next week.
Goal made.
You Rock.
I heard this about you.
Blog over.
Until Next Time…
Mallory
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