Hello and Shalom again, NP BAL!
It’s been awhile; TOO long for that matter. Rachel Gang, here. I REALLY miss YOU, NP Baltimore! I didn’t realize it that much, until I saw your sweaty faces and couldn’t high-five ya or give y’all a hug through the zoom screen 🙁
Wednesday and Friday mornings, even the hills, burpees, squats, hoistees, yet most of all the sweaty hugs. For now, I’m staying the course and still braving the dry and sweltering desert temps which linger well into the evenings. Last time I wrote for ya, I was I was dreaming and drafting up a plan to get that #freefitness and #NP thing going over here in Israel’s southern desert. WELP, that fell out the window (or off the horse or perhaps off the table, however the expression goes…) Remind me? The more and more I speak and live in a Hebrew-speaking world, the more and more my English declines and goes out the window. I slowly found out Israelis aren’t really morning people, and I became less of one too the longer I lived here in Israel. I’d like to say that a few sweaty faces on screen from the Baltimore folks have changed that for the better.