I’ve broken plenty of the lightweight bands. And the smaller bands we use for glute bridges, monster walks, etc…. well that’s weekly.
But a big green band doing glute/hamstring work. Good lord, either a) this band was old and doomed and sad or b) I am a monster. I am going with ( b ).
I got injured during a recent Crossfit competition and I’ve had a hard time getting back to the gym. Some of the that is due to work travel. Some of that is due to the massive wildfire smoke we’ve had in the Northwest. Some of that is due to not being able to fully do the workouts i.e. modify them to allow for the fact that I cannot do any pulling movements at the moment. Modifying is really hard and it takes away some of the joy of a Crossfit workout. I know it shouldn’t and as a coach I’ll tell people it doesn’t matter. And yet somehow I find motivation in not modding a workout. Looks like I have one more thing to work on 🙂
Anyway, good to be back. I did pushups instead of power cleans and rode the Assault Bike instead of running.
We stayed in a lovely, if weird, apartment on Avenue George Mandel in the 16th in Paris. Finding an apartment was hard – we needed to be near the kids’ school but also near enough to a Metro line that I could get to the 19th where I worked.
We looked at 10-15 places (Susan and the boys looked at a lot more). I won’t give any spoilers but it took us longer than expected to find a place but when we did… it’s still the place we dream of when we think about someday moving back to Paris.
10 years ago today we had just moved to Paris. We wandered the city and eventually wound up at a lovely little bistro in the 16th.
We are really overdue for a trip / visit / relo back to Paris.
I don’t have a specific photo from the cafe but this is definitely the right day and area
10 years ago we finally had our visas and were on the TGV headed to Paris. It was a little daunting – we had moved to Zurich 10+ months earlier. We had spent a lot of energy learning German (cough) and figuring things out. And then we were moving from small, safe, mellow Zurich to big, difficult, dirty (coming from Zurich everything is dirty), Paris.
I remember being at the train station and getting a final cervelat (Swiss sausage found really nowhere else). Susan – “I am so done with sausage”. It was intimidating moving the family but we had a great job (thanks Microsoft!) and kids were heading to a great school (thanks International School of Paris!).
10 years ago we had surrendered our Swiss visas in order to move to France. We went to the French consulate in Zurich, and, with stunning efficiency decided we needed to wait several days to get our French visas. The kicker…
- We had already closed up our apartment so we needed a hotel
We were essentially stuck in Zurich for days without being able to leave*. Sure, we could wander the surrounding area but we had no formal proof we were okay to be in Switzerland as our passports were at the French consulate.
Needless to say when the person behind the glass window said “well it is August, maybe you get them back in two weeks” I considered a repeat of the attack on the Maginot line. Thankfully I realized that unlike the French Army the French Bureaucracy would never surrender and I better back down, make Bambi eyes, maybe get a kid or two crying (they were great), and just beg.
- I know, first world problems. I was a refugee of sorts, an illegal alien. But I knew at any moment I could head to the embassy and take my family out of there. While it was a weird feeling and not a lot of fun to be in Zurich when we wanted to move to Paris already… but not all that dramatic.
Fun hike today with Pamme and Jerry. https://www.alltrails.com/explore/recording/track-aug-19-03-39-pm–5 has all of the gory details.
This is a lovely trail that skirts the reservoir and winds up at the water jet that comes down from the reservoir and VENTS into the river. This jet is amazing – K threw some large rocks in and they were pulverized!
A little rain didn’t daunt us.