I miraculously survived the weekend despite the white battle scars.

It was Operation Paint Corrie’s House, and all hands were on deck to transform her “doo doo brown” (direct quote from the neighbor across the street) casa to a bright ray o’ sunshine.

This was one of the hardest workouts I’ve had in a long time.

Possibly because it involved about 16 hours of painting.

I know what you’re thinking. How wimpy can I be to let a little painting kick my butt?

You’re right. Except it did. I’m lucky to be alive.

Contorting your body for hours at a time while balancing precariously on a ladder—or washing machine—is a true test of will. I hung in.

But it wasn’t easy.

We cleaned. We primed. We rolled. We danced. We rinsed. We drank. We sprayed. We grilled out. We scraped. We caught the neighbors’ attention.

We did it.

For a good time, go paint!

A big thanks to KAT for the awesome photos!