A Tribute to Greenie

This morning I woke up and was doing my morning scroll on Instagram before getting out of bed when I came across a picture one of my favorite authors Kelly Corrigan posted of her holding someone’s hand. My eyes teared up once I realized this was not just any hand.  This was the hand of her father or Greenie as I had come to know him through reading her books.

GreenieHand

I first stumbled upon Kelly Corrigan by accident really.  When I was in college I was in the bookstore, Borders I believe it was, looking for a book by the author Rebecca Wells.  It was called Little Altars Everywhere and it was the prequel to one of my favorite books Divine Secrets of the Ya-Ya Sisterhood. I found it and on one of those big tables with stacks of other books.  Anyways, I wasn’t paying attention and when I got home I realized I had purchased The Middle Place by accident.  This wasn’t an accident.  It was the universe introducing me to what would become one of my favorite authors Kelly Corrigan.

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I remember looooving The Middle Place for one main reason.  Relatability.  I could relate to so many aspects of this book and it reminded me of [insert Maryland accent here] hOOOme.

The Middle Place was set in Baltimore, Maryland; a city that I have always loved and treasured.  It is the back drop to so many of my favorite memories; it was the setting for my early child hood and where I would spend most every weekend as I grew up visiting my dad.  Baltimore is still a place that I one day hope to call home (seasonally of course).

It was in The Middle Place that I was first introduced to Greenie.  I loved him instantly.  He was a larger than life Maryland dad, a lover of lacrosse, family, and happiness.  He was Kelly’s biggest fan and she was his.  By the end of the book I too had become a fan of Greenie; not surprising, I hear most everyone that meets him or reads of him has the same reaction I did.  You could feel the love between Kelly and Greenie every time she wrote of him in her books.  Such a wonderful example of the bond between a father and a daughter.

By nature I’m an empathizer.  I have this uncanny ability to understand and share people’s feelings.  I’ve never personally met Kelly Corrigan or her father Greenie (although I always secretly hoped I would run into one of them at the grocery store or something) but from reading her books I feel like I’m an old family friend.  This morning when I saw that Instagram post my heart broke.  I mean it was just a few days ago Greenie was getting schooled by a kid in Rumikub!

Corrigan Rumikub

JK Simmons pretty much summed it up in his Oscar acceptance speech; “Call your mom, call your dad. If you’re lucky enough to have a parent or two alive on this planet, call ‘em. Don’t text. Don’t email. Call them on the phone. Tell ‘em you love ‘em, and thank them, and listen to them for as long as they want to talk to you. Thank you. Thank you, Mom and Dad.”

Thank you Kelly Corrigan for sharing your father Greenie with the world through your memories and books.  My thoughts and prayers are with you and your family.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I Survived One Week of Crossfit. Kinda.

No, you are not hallucinating. I wrote that. Me, the person who has a love affair with hamburger helper survived a week of crossfit. Kinda. The reason I’m saying kinda is because it was a week of learning, 3 days of “foundations” which is learning how to do some moves and only one actual WOD (work out of the day).

I already know what you’re thinking, great, now this wonderful blog that I love reading so much is going to turn into a blog about another personal crossfit quest/ obsession. Because lets be honest, the number one rule of crossfit is to tell everyone about crossfit.
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Well, that’s certainly not my intention. But what I do want to talk about is vulnerability. What does vulnerability have to do with crossfit you ask? Well for me, everything.

First of all its nerve-wracking as shit to walk into a gym in the first place. Let alone a crossfit gym where people throw around Olympic weighted barbells like its no big deal. Think trying to find where you are going to sit in the cafeteria on the first day of school nerve-wracking.
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But I did it! Well actually we did it. I’m not in this alone, my girlfriends Edee and Kristin joined with me. Which brings me to another tip: I highly recommend joining with a friend or two. Not only does it give you a built in cheerleader but it takes the edge off knowing you have at least one other person who doesn’t know what the fuck they are doing.
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Here are some of the actual questions and thoughts that came through my mind this week:

Hang Power What? How much does that dumbbell weigh? What in the hell is a Turkish Get Up? How am I sweating this profusely and we haven’t even gotten out of the warm up yet. I have to touch my knees to what? My elbows? Haha, good one. I wish my butt looked that good. I want my butt to look that good. God, that Dion’s fried chicken smells good.

Britney Spears Fried Chicken

Preach Britney. #preach

It was a week of craziness and I’m out of my comfort zone. I woke up craving fruit for breakfast, which never happens (I’m more of a country fried steak and grits kind of girl) and even managed to sneak in a salad or two for lunch. I don’t consider myself an athlete. I mean yeah, I played sports in high school but even then it was still more for the social scene than the scholarship possibilities. I had no idea if I would be able to finish a day of workouts let alone a week but I did.

Monday we learned some weight lifting moves. Tuesday we learned squats; some with weight, some without. Wednesday I was so sore that I had to hold onto the sink to lower myself onto the toilet in the morning but I made it to the gym that afternoon to finish up my last day of foundations and Friday I did my first official WOD.

Hang Power Clean

How I think I looked…

Ermaged Crossfit

How I actually looked…

One of my new years resolutions was to work on vulnerability.  That’s a large order to fill because I HATE feeling vulnerable.  There’s an amazing author and teacher named Brené Brown who has made a living exploring vulnerability and how it impacts one’s life.  One of my favorite quotes of her book Daring Greatly is “sometimes the bravest and most important thing you can do is just show up.”  And I just have to say I’m proud of myself and my girls for showing up this week.´

Show Up Brene Brown

 

Happy Super Soul Sunday!  Cheers!