Next time you see me you better tell me my rear end looks good…


Because all this pain has to translate into some kind of reward.

I can’t lift my arms above my head or go up or down stairs or laugh without severe pain, but my stress level is a lot lower than it was a week ago.  Probably because I am too tired to think. 

Tomorrow we work more leg and arms.  And do the hour of cardio my crazy sister in law insists on.

Fortunately she leaves Wednesday. 

No, really I am thankful for the diversion.  And it feels kind of good to work this hard.


About Sandie

A little background: A mother of 3, two boys and a girl. Married young to a good man. No longer young, but he is still a good man. Grew up in the suburbs of Minneapolis, lived several years in small town Alaska, spent a couple years in the city of Madison, currently residing not too far from down town Anchorage. Drink a crazy amount of coffee. Fiercely loyal to my friends. Truly rabid in my defense of family. Beyond thankful that my God loves me enough to allow me to doubt and question.

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