I don’t do CrossFit, I do grocery shopping with four kids. Eli and Rudy like to sprint the aisles, slaying dragons, while Ella prefers cartwheels. Lea likes to scream full tilt from the cart, tossing loafs of bread overboard. It’s a sinking ship, my cart. My car. My house. With laundry and lunches. Dishes and... Continue Reading →