Okay, so, the thing about this burpee challenge is that it isn't forgiving: it is burpees every day, it is an increasing number of burpees every day.

Which pretty much means that any injury that I can't compensate for in some way to give my body a chance to heal, will get worse. And worse.

My injuries had so far rotated from spot to spot, never sticking around long enough to become problematic. First the problem was my left knee. Then my right knee. Then my upper left arm. Then my right wrist. For each of them I managed to adjust my burpees, and keep going.

Until this one.

I have managed to strain, possibly pull, my rhombus minor. I am finding pushups nearly impossible. They are incredibly painful just to the inside of my upper left scapula. Burpees 80-85 were so painful, I cried.

This morning, I started doing my burpees in sets of 1 and 2. You can guess how long it takes to do 86 burpees when you are doing them one at a time with lots of recovery afterward. I've been icing my injury and trying to adjust my pushup to minimize the use of my strained muscle. I managed to do 86 burpees today, but they weren't pretty.

I might be forced to stop this challenge because of an injury, but today is not that day.

Claire and Sagan are in town for Easter. I offered lemons from the lemon trees, so we went over to pick some.

We picked two boxes and had a bag left over.

I'm not sure they realize just how much juice they are going to get from the boxes of lemons. It'll be a LOT.

Zoom in on the license plate, CSI-style.

This door is apparently a big deal:

This door is just a door:

I really need to become less irreverent about some things.

Really really.