Shyne

Step Your Game Up

My apologies if you watched that and it’s stuck in your head. Actually, my apologies if you watched that.

Last weekend, when we went up to Keystone, driving in the snow like maniacs, as do many people, we stopped at McDonald’s for breakfast. And in a McDonald’s, of all places, is where I came to the realization that I needed to up my ass game. Conversation went like this once we got back in the car:

Brother: Lots of nice butts in there.

Hubby: Yup.

Me: Did you see the pink one?

Hubby: Kinda flat.

Brother: Runner’s butt. Now, the one in black…

Me: OMG, I know. Her ass was phenomenal. *sigh* I need to do more squats.

Before you ask, no, I’m never satisfied. I’ll keep working out and stretching and learning because there’s just always room for improvement. If you think there isn’t, you’re only lying to yourself. The rest of us know the truth.

So, yeah, do I wanna have that ass that makes people stop and stare? Of course. Will my knees allow that much squatting? Probably not. Damn you, knees! Although you did hold up well during squats at Zumba last night. I shall train you to accept squats and love them. Lift! Lift, lift, lift I say, ass muscles! Hmm, I don’t think yelling helps. Oh well.

No pictures today, but my split is closer than it’s ever been. I’m measuring with a yoga block and the, umm, highest part of my middle, lol, is barely not touching the block. This is progress. This is also the year I do this damn thing!

You can reach your goals. I will be living proof. Splitscake!

Going, Going, Back, Back

Those two things have nothing to do with each other! Or do they…..

About 8 years ago, I walked into my very first pole studio and took a class with Michelle (who’s currently teaching at Iron Flower in Miami). She was (and still is) bright, funny, and warm and made us all feel welcome in this crazy new world we had stepped into. Over time, I continued taking classes with wonderful ladies (Susan, Marissa, Jessica) and I really started to enjoy pole dancing.

About 1 year ago,I quit. Cold turkey. Walked away. And it wasn’t ALL for the right reasons. Some, yes, but some no. At times, I’ve missed it tremendously, but at other times, I’ve been happy to have been able to walk away. Now, I’m at a point in my life where my job stresses me all the entire way out pretty much every day and I find myself needing some sort of creative, physical release. And this is how the title and the video and this whole post are related – I’m going, going, back, back, to the studio, studio, and I’m bringing sexy back with it.

I started dabbling with aerial stuff, and it’s enjoyable, but I guess I prefer my aerials to be a little higher. Like flying trapeze high. I can’t dance for shit, so that’s out the window, and I can’t drive to the mountains *every* weekend (I mean, I could, but that’s a lot of mileage on the car) to go snowboarding. Pole. Enter, stage left. Yep, just no shoulder mounting right away because I typically do that on my right side and that’s the side that’s currently mildly broken. So,yeah, next week I’ll be seeing just how much pole-related strength I’ve lost and perhaps how much pole-related flexibility I’ve gained. Fun!

I’d love to stay and chat all day, but previously mentioned source of stress likes me to show up on time and showered, so it’s time for me to be off.

Have you ever walked away from something/someone and made your way back?

Back To The Grind

Because of COURSE this is appropriate Monday morning music! The majority of us are getting up and getting our grind on in one way or another. This could become the official song of Monday morning…in my world.

Back on that grind means back to working out and stretching. After Saturday’s shoulderplant, I knew that some exercises were gonna suck, but I wasn’t sure which ones. Pullups/chinups were ok. Pushups were ok with only mild discomfort. Yes, everything was going along fine until it was time for weighted flys. That’s where shit got real. Real uncomfortable. I think that, until I figure out what I hurt or it heals itself, I’ll stick to doing those flys with no weights.

This shoulder is also putting a slight damper on my 28-day handstand challenge. Luckily, the way the program is set up, I think I have another day or two before it should actually start if I do it on their schedule rather than my own. Their program has a second portion which may be something I should just skip ahead to, but the arm strength struggles this morning say otherwise. I swear I’ve thrown myself backwards at least a month. Ah well, keep on truckin’.

In the land of win, I’m still experimenting with my mini loaf pans. Last night was caramel pecan banana bread. I think I overbaked it just a touch as I’d like it to be more moist, but flavor-wise, I’m pretty much on point. Texture-wise, I think I’m more around muffin than bread, but live and learn. I don’t bake enough to truly get better at it, but I also don’t bake enough to truly feel (and see) what happens when I eat too many baked goods. So there’s that. Also in the land of win, after a slight stretching hiatus, I was back at it this morning and was further down in my split than I have possibly ever been. My body just loves those lazy days and rewards me for them in better flexibility while it punishes me for them with decreased strength. Can’t win them all and I think that right now, I’m going to opt for flexy over strong. Or flexy over added strong.

Well, as per the norm, so much to do, so little time. Hit the showers, kid! Now go out there and conquer the world!

Weekend Remnants

With a mere 3.5 hours left in the weekend, I once again find myself wondering where it went. I mean, I know a lot of it was spent flying down the mountain and smashing my shoulder into it, but where’d the rest go? Am I in a Star Trek episode where I think I’ve been knocked out for 30 seconds and it’s actually been a whole day? (Oh, *thats* where my weekend went – Star Trek: TNG marathons.)

Physicality. That “word” pisses me off to no end. I do not care if it is in the dictionary. It sounds stupid to me. Always has and always will.

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Sometimes, I just throw in a random picture. It was beautiful outside today. We don’t get this a heck of a lot where the snow sticks on the branches.

I’d hang out and chat more here, but I need to go start bolstering my positive energy now because tomorrow is gonna be a superbowl sad day in Peyton-land. Take care!

Snowy Saturday Super Smashup Silliness!

Hey, Lukas, hope you’re doing well. Using your video here to demonstrate my fail today that we didn’t get on video.

Hi everybody else. So yeah, that video, that’s not me (kinda obviously), but that’s what I did today. No, not the cool part, but the part that starts around 9 seconds. I caught my front edge, slammed my shoulder into the ground, and subsequently bounced my head off of said ground….on the first run of the day. The helmet saved my gourd, but my shoulder was not so lucky. I’m pretty sure I fell on my acromion. Say what?!?!

AcromionSee those red places on the ole skeleton over there? Those are the acromion of the scapula. And that is where the bone is sore. Thanks, Wikipedia, for the cool gif. It links back to your page. I didn’t know what this bone was called. I didn’t even know that it was some separate bone (kinda) with a cool-sounding name. See? You really CAN learn something new every day!

Of course, the muscles around there are all sore now too. Probably the couple times I tried to heelslide a jump landing and jarred my shoulders when putting my hands down. I’m a snowboarding genius. I didn’t let those jumps get me down though! The speed with which I went over them might be classified as crawling, but I didn’t fall.

Well, I am, what the kids call exhausted. I’m sure I’ll be back tomorrow to discuss the details of your dreams. That last sentence was created by picking the next suggested word by the spell checker. See ya tomorrow.

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