New PR, Same Energy

Hit a new deadlift personal record this morning and I am absolutely insufferable about it.

New PR, Same Energy

Marcus got the full play-by-play demonstration in the kitchen because that’s what happens when you marry someone who thinks ‘supportive husband’ means ‘captive audience for fitness victories.’

The gym was packed but I didn’t care who was watching. When you’ve been chasing a number for months and finally get it, you celebrate.

Watching it back for the 15th time

I probably watched the video seventeen times before I even left the parking lot. No shame in my game.

These arms didn’t build themselves

These arms didn’t build themselves, and I’m not going to pretend I’m not proud of what they can do. Thirty-seven and stronger than I’ve ever been. Sophie rolled her eyes when I showed her the video, but I caught her flexing in the mirror later. The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree.

Marcus made his famous carbonara for dinner because apparently setting personal records makes me ‘insufferable but also kind of hot.’ His words, not mine. But I mean, he’s not wrong.