I have no idea how it is that I am expected to function or move today. You see, I spent several hours last night getting the ever-loving hell kicked out of me by one of my best friends, the Navajo. It’s not because he finally got tired of my lip, but because we were working on fight choreography.
Every muscle in my body aches in a way it hasn’t since I began Crossfit. I thought I was tough. I row, I go to Crossfit, I am slowly starting to run again, AND I chase my kids all day. I liked my happy little bubble. It was comfortable. It was like a warm and cozy cocoon where I felt like the king of the castle.
Oh dear Lord. I forgot how much getting hit hurts. Trust me, even stage hits, when done enough, leave you breathless. I was tossed over my partner’s shoulder more times than I care to admit. It sort of went like this
“Up-thud. Up-thud. HEY!!-thud WHAT THE?!-thud” I did my fair share of tossing, too, but it really felt weak next to being thrown about like a rag doll. Not to mention that I was being taught how to execute a spinning high kick. Much hilarity ensued. At one point, the sifu *may* have doubled over laughing. I am pretending he was laughing at the others, and not just me. I’m probably wrong.
This was only exacerbated by the fact that Broadway Baby decided to tag along for comic relief. By comic relief, I mean he came along to make fun of me. It’s really difficult to block a punch when your GBF is spouting lines from “AbFab” from the sidelines. The next job he has where he has to train, I am LAYIN INTO HIS ASS.
But there is something incredibly empowering about tossing a man who is 4″ taller and 40lbs heavier over your shoulder like so much luggage. Why on earth is this not a more popular form of exercise? Especially for women? It gives you confidence in yourself you never knew was there, it allows for a safe environment in which to unleash your stress and frustrations, and calling it “a good workout” seems to be a ridiculous understatement. I think I feel my armpit muscle. I had no idea there was even space for pain there. Let’s not even discuss my lower calves and triceps. En.Fuego.
I basically showered and fell into bed after training, unable to do more than just look at my kindle and lovingly stroke it, because holding it up wasn’t an option. That means I woke up with a fierce hunger and general hangry-ness. Oatmeal wasn’t going to cut it. I needed something more. I wanted something filling and full of energy.
I wanted hash. I didn’t want meat, though. I just wanted eggs over other stuffs. So I made my legendary vegetarian hash, and took pictures of it to share with you scamps.
Filled with 4 kinds of potatoes, mushrooms, onions, peppers, parsnips and spices, it is perfect as a dinner side dish or topped with eggs for breakfast and brunch. You can even add black beans or tofu to make it a complete meal in a completely different direction. It’s addictive and you’ll be making it for years to come after you make it once.