Still Alive

Miracle of miracles.

Last week was my first adventure in not being lazy.  It went something like this: boxing on Monday,Wednesday, and Friday, then trapeze on Tuesday, Thursday, and Saturday, and throw in some pole on Saturday before trapeze.  Originally, I was planning for more trapeze on Sunday, but my body (and my hubby) said, “Hey, stupid. You really ought to think about resting a day.”  And so I did.

Now we’re into week 2 of no lazyasses allowed.  Hit the gym yesterday in my neverending quest to get down to featherweight.  If I were an Olympic boxer, I’d be totally screwed because of hair and boobs  I’d get stuck in the middleweight division with ladies up to 165 pounds.  Yikes!  As it stands in “regular” boxing, I’m fluctuating between lightweight and super lightweight.  Sounds nice, right?  Yeah, not so much.

Holy smokes, I think I just had an epiphany regarding why I can’t hold that damn straddle whip.  We’ll see if I’m right later this evening if the rain holds off.

The rest of the week remains full of more boxing, more trapeze, and more pole (hopefully in studio but certainly at home).  All this work because I love to perform. I hate to practice sometimes, but I love to perform. I’d do a fight night at the gym, but they want me to sprout a money tree from my rear end for training. Instead, I’ll have a little fun at the circus show and then a little more at a certain student showcase. 🙂

Well, more rambling later. For now, I must go dress to fly.

Walking Is Apparently Overrated

Or at least that’s what the instructor at the gym thought this evening.  He figured I didn’t need to use my legs to drive home (manual transmission), nor did I need my arms for the same.  And that’s why he beat the living hell out of us this evening.  And you know what?  It was awesome.

Have you ever gotten to that point when you’re working out where your brain says, “NO!”, but if you can just get that arm moving, that leg moving, then the rest of the body will override what the mind is thinking?  That’s where he took us.  No joke, people, I was almost crying in class – I was pushing that hard.  I may need to bathe myself in either you-bet-your-sweet-aspercreme or the blue emu oil after stretching and just hope for the best tomorrow.  Thank goodness for elevators.

But will I stop?  Will I rest tomorrow?  Oh, no, of course not because tomorrow is a day for flying.  Maybe Friday?  Nope.  Back to the gym.  What doesn’t kill me can only make me more sore.

Do you believe in signs?  That some greater force is trying to tell you something?  If there’s something out there, it slapped me in the face.  After I started thinking about needing to get into fitness as a possible source of income, the next day I was shown three different opportunities that were nice and close to the house.  Something else cool happened as well, but that’s not up for discussion right now.

This stretching isn’t going to handle itself, so I’m out.

A Short Journey

The other day, I made myself a quite ambitious list.  The list provided me with something to do every day through the end of August.  These aren’t things that are extensive, just baby steps to get myself going again.  The list contains a lot of trapeze and a lot of boxing.  My goal is to lose last winter’s layer of fat before we get to this winter, making it continually harder to get rid of it.

Sidebar: I just turned on the tv and Saved By The Bell is on.  Turn it, turn it!

All of this trapeze and flying, I’m hoping, will encourage me to keep working out.  I have untapped potential that I am wasting by sitting in an office.  I need to pole, I need to do Zumba, I need to work on getting my personal trainer certification because these things will get me out of the office and off my ass doing things I actually enjoy.  Right?  If you know me, you know that offices aren’t for me.  I need to be out and about, busting chops, because that’s how and where I flourish.

So here I am, with my new look blog.  The sunny side which I aim for being fitness, the darker side being the office (mind you, the dark side isn’t bad, per se, I am very fortunate to have this position).  I’ll be trying once again to write more often, hopefully daily, to also get those wheels turning because this book isn’t going to write its damn self.

Welcome to yet another journey.

Oh, by the way, I get to do a weekend trip for my birthday in December.  The original thought was Vegas, but now I’m thinking I might not want to go there.  Where would you go if you had a four day weekend?


That’s the sneeze I let out when I blow all the dust off of my poor blog.  Sometimes, I just go through this period where I don’t feel like writing anything.  I’m hoping that period is over and I’ll be torturing you on a regular basis with my stories of silliness and other nonsense.

Cancun was a blast as it always is although we caught someone’s germs on the plane on the way back and spent the majority of last week sick.  You can check out some pics on Flickr.

Since we’re on the subject of Mexico, let me tell you a little story.  Back when I was in Ixtapa, there was a store called Commercial Mexicana (I think I’m getting that name right).  Regardless, it was kind of like a Super Target.  Had clothes and DVDs, food, snacks, and pretty much anything else one might need.  So I’m in there one day and I’m waiting to check out.  In front of me is a mom with her two little boys.  I’d say they were about 7-ish.  Really cute kids and since no kids had pissed me off that day, I smiled at them.  The older of the two (or the one that looked older) said to his brother, “Yo quiero una novia morena” and he looked up at me a little sheepishly.

Right about then, mom’s head whipped around (she knew I was there, she had seen me) with a mortified look on her face although I don’t know if it was she’d be mortified that her son had a black girlfriend or if she was horribly embarrassed because she thought I might have been offended.  Either way, it didn’t matter.  I thought he was cute and obviously he had good taste.  And really, it’s just another reason why I love Mexico, its culture, its people, just everything.