Not to be confused with, yeah, I’m gonna say it, Superbowl Saturday. Come get me, NFL. And while we’re chatting, I’ve got some ideas for you.
A grand Saturday as Saturdays go was today. Slept in, although that’s only until 9 it still counts for me because my usual time during the week is 5am. Treated it like a weekday and rocked the workout which was OMG WTF? I hate burpees and when you combine boxing, which I love, and burpees which I hate, it just destroys the fun of the boxing for me. Did it. Just like to complain. And I’m gonna be pretty smokin’ for the cruise in 126 days. I’ll be sure to brag about share some photos with you.
Got a little writing journal for the writing lab and sent off some promised DVDs. I think I’m doing pretty good this year with following through on my promises to people. I know that I’ve been previously bad at it, so if you’re reading this and I promised you something and didn’t follow through – first, I apologize, and second, remind me what it was. I may have been at a different position then so I may not be able to follow through with every promise.
Finally got my car washed even though it’s just going to snow again in another couple of days. I just couldn’t take it any more. Accidentally rubbing against the car, particularly in my white jacket, became a disaster. Tipped the guy and he acted like no one ever tips him. I mean, I wouldn’t really be all that surprised if a lot of people either didn’t tip or undertipped since a lot of people can’t get restaurant tipping right. Just makes me happy that that small, to me, gesture, made him smile.
Thought I’d do a little baking, so I’m making the most delicious brownies on earth. While putting ingredients together, I wondered why in the world I had enough flour for two cakes and 7 loaves of bread. I must be falling behind with my baking. I just need to figure out how to make some healthier yumminess. Then I’ll be a baking maniac.
Anywho, my timer’s going off and I’ve still got more writing to do. Hope your Saturday was super as well.
Holy moly, TGIF!! Also, TGIFOHTPYV! (Thank goodness I figured out how to post YouTube Videos)
Could someone please explain to me how a four day work week somehow felt like six days? With not having to go to work on Monday as it was the celebration of the birthday of you ain’t never met no Martin Luther The King, one would think that the remaining four days in the week would speed right by. WRONG! It really and truly felt as though there was possibly an extra day between Wednesday and Thursday trying to make up for Monday. I know this one isn’t just me. Mom says so too in her text this morning. Hi, Mom! I love you!
Perhaps this week has felt long due to added responsibilities at work. I suppose being there late and then having enough time to come home, make dinner, eat, shower, and pretty much go to bed will make it seem as though it’s just one long work day. It’s awesome being in pseudo-charge! Speaking of being in pseudo-charge, it’s a short post day because I gotta get rocking on the work stuff.
Shout out to Justin Timberlake, of course. He was here in concert last night but I couldn’t bring myself to drop the cash on that. That’s my yoga chair and it’ll be around long after JT blows town. Sorry, man. Maybe next time.
Chest and back day. There aren’t enough words to describe the level with which I do not like this. I would rather do legs for three straight days than this for one. Hubby is just the opposite. I wonder, again, if it’s a guy/girl thing. As much as I hate it, I still do it because strong arms are sexy arms and I use those arms a lot for aerial stuff. Got my numbers up again also. 126 pushups and 66 pullups in 30 minutes. Friggin Tony Horton. Your exercises work, but you need to stop telling those lies that your protein/energy drink tastes good. It does not. Just like any other protein shake, it tastes like poop. Except the Gatorade one and some Muscle Milk, but I don’t want to have to take a Lactaid every time I work out. Stupid system that won’t accept milk without making me hate my life. Ok, ok, enough complaining already!
Last night’s FabPole class was certainly more of a success than last week’s class. I managed to figure out how to get inverted without banging my ass on the pole (ha, that’s so dirty) and mostly figured out the new moves that were introduced. No video this week. I think there will be one after next week’s class though. I think that, while it doesn’t always feel the best (see screaming red marks on my back and in my armpits), staying tight looks so much better than a more relaxed pose even though it’s a flowy type of apparatus. I know myself well enough to realize that I will probably never look at a video of myself and say “holy crap, I’m awesome!”, but I’m at least at a point where I can watch my own videos and not just be totally disgusted by them. Progress!
In other news, my procrastinating ass did finally sign up for the writing lab. It runs for a couple months and it is certainly going to be a challenge. Every day has a writing assignment. That’s in addition to my assignment to myself to get words down in this blog every day. I’m hoping that after a couple weeks, it will become as (almost) second nature to me as this daily writing. I’ll certainly have to get outside of my box to get this done successfully, but that *is* the whole point. The first assignment I thought up while I was in the shower. It wasn’t supposed to be deep or anything, just kind of a little something. After I wrote it,though, I looked at it with different eyes and saw the double meanings I had unintentionally put in there. Cool! I can do this! I want to give you something to read that sucks you in and makes you irritated when you have to put it down and sad that it’s over when it is. Lofty goals,eh?
My goodness, I think I’m going through snowboarding withdrawl symptoms. I’m itching to get out and ride, but although we got about 4 inches last night, I don’t think there’s any freshies up on the mountain. Kinda want to wait for some new snow after the last visit. Hopefully that comes, oh, around January 31 since we’ll probably go up on February 1. 😀 I love my life.
What about you? Have an exercise day you love over one you hate? And no, none of them and all of them are not good answers. How about your trip planning? Days to weeks to months in advance or spur of the moment? While you’re thinking on it, go have yourself a great day. It is, after all, Thursday and one day closer to the weekend!
And what brings this up you might ask? Well, let me tell you. Last night, I went back to Zumba after a holiday hiatus of five weeks, as my phone was so nice to tell me. As we were dancing (or spazzing) up a storm, I started listening to the lyrics of the song that was on and trying to decipher them. My Spanish is not great at best, but I’m quite sure we were dancing to some song about a chicken. Zumba is also where I first heard that song up there, Veo Veo. Again, disclaimer on my Spanish, but between what I know and what the interwebs tell me, this one is similar to a kid’s song that they’ve just put a nice beat to. Anyone who is fluent can jump in and comment here, but my (very loose) translation is along the lines of “Lookie lookie, what’s that you see? A little thing, what’s that you see?” Internet says it goes through some letters that the thing starts with. No wonder there’s so much Ass in the video when supposedly the first letter is ‘A’. Regardless of what it means, I enjoy it.
Back on that Zumba tip, I forgot how much I missed it when I wasn’t going. Twice a week is my goal – Tuesdays and Thursdays. I swear it’s a coincidence that the teachers on those days are Hispanic. Anywho, we have a gentleman on Tuesday and a lady on Thursday. I like the Tuesday class because the instructor, Dan, makes it difficult. Not to the point where folks can’t do it, but it is Car-D-O! There’s also quite a bit of hip shaking and grinding fun. I like the Thursday class because Helene shouts stuff out in Spanish and it’s a good place to practice that while I work out.
Dan likes to go around the class and hip shake or grind on/with students. Don’t go getting all up in arms – NOBODY is complaining. I had always been able to avoid the grinding, not really by my own doing I don’t think, but there’s a chance that I rolled an eye once or twice. Knowing the formula, after the first bits of the song, I can finish it without a whole lot of paying attention to the instructor. Imagine my surprise when I glance up and see Dan making a beeline for me. Ummmmm….well, this isn’t a grinding song so what the heck do you want? He stopped right in front of me and put his right arm up and angled his left arm down, which, although you can’t see it, I’m sure you’ll know exactly what I’m talking about when I say it’s the international sign for “let’s dance”. Ok, in my case, it’s the sign for “try not to embarrass yourself” because I am NO dancer. Ask anyone who worked with me in Turks and tried to get me to dance. Or anyone in Ixtapa for that matter. The only time I can dance is the only time I can speak Spanish – when I’m drunk. I mumbled something similar before we did a little salsa with a turn out and one back in. I stepped on no one’s feet and I knocked no one down. I call that a win.
While it’s only been two weeks and change, I’m not ready to call my splits progress a win. But there’s a long way to go yet in this year. Pictures are more for me than you, so sorry about that.
I’d say that this looks like zero progress, lol. Lots of time left in the year, thank goodness.
It’s the last day to sign up for the writing lab that I’ve mentioned. If I can remember to pick up one item after I shower this morning, then I will enroll. I have until, I believe, 2pm my time today, to stop being such a damn procrastinator. I have these books inside me and I know that at least one person would be down to read my mind drivel. Just need some confidence and focus and perhaps some encouragement. Yeah, that’s the ticket. Jump on this bandwagon now so you can say later, “I knew her when she was just blogging about working out and doing splits!”
Have you ever considered penning a book? Or two? Did you do it? What helped/hindered you?
Since I’m not that famous writer yet, I’ve gotta go get ready for work. Have a great hump day!
A couple weeks ago, I had a list of items to purchase. The first was a day planner which I got almost immediately. Like a complete moron, it took me another week of looking at it to realize that it did indeed have Sundays, they were just less than half of a column under Saturdays. Too much big picture. The second item lends to the title of this post.
New shoes! New shoes!
Ahhh, the new foot girls. I cannot really even begin to put into words how much I love a new pair of Nikes! Yes, in this manner, and this manner alone, I am a shoe whore. I’m a Nike fangirl. Ever since I’ve been in the position to buy my own shoes, outside of perhaps one shoe mistake, they’ve all been Nikes. I don’t know what it is about the way that they structure their shoe, or perhaps it’s the weirdness of my foot, but they’re the only shoes that fit me right these days. And for that, I think I might lurve them.
I almost ended up with plain white, but a) they made my feet look huge, and in a size 7 that’s just unacceptable, and b) they didn’t have them in my size (I tried a 7.5 and looked like a clown) and I wasn’t driving across town to the other DSW to go get them because football was coming on. So out of my usual shoebox I stepped because I don’t usually get black sneakers and I almost never buy anything pink/hot pink.
This is where my priorities (or my line of work) are probably out of whack. I have no problem whatsoever dropping $100 bucks on sneakers, however, chances of me shopping for a pair of flats/pumps/heels for work and paying more than about $20 at Payless? Hellz no. It’s the same with my workout gear. $40 yoga pants? Yes. $30 pants for work? Ha, no. It’s not all bad though. While writing isn’t work (yet?), nor is it working out (maybe for my brain), I am considering matching what I spent on bettering myself at work to what I might spend bettering my writing. I still have 2 1 day left to decide. If I do this, it means I push my work project (not actually for work, but for me to learn something “professional”) back a couple months. Not the end of the world, but a decision I have to make rather quickly as procrastination is my middle name. I was going to make it my first name, but I waited too long.
See these three guys over on the left? Today’s trigger points (in the sartorius) are brought to you by the phrases OMG, WTF, and Holy Sh!t that hurts! If you’ve never had the wonderful opportunity to use a foam roller on trigger points, let me try to explain it to you by taking us all back to our respective childhoods.
Perhaps you remember when someone gave you a “frog” in your arm. Yeah, that dick. Imagine if in that spot where you got the frog, you just kept pressing on that spot…on purpose…until it stopped hurting. It sucks. I mean, find one of those three spots on your body and just press into it with your knuckle. It HURTS! But fixing it, or at least giving it the old college try, is what’s gonna sorta help my hip that’s all tight and doesn’t wanna move. Yes, I torture myself with random things every weekday morning that is not a holiday and sometimes on weekends.
Sidebar: I am entirely jealous that one person in this house is going to Breck today instead of going to work. I would probably do the same if we did not have a new person starting today that I’m responsible for training and I didn’t just get a new promotion and I was sure that I had the extra days to take off. Sigh.
You know, I would say “hey, at least it’s a short week”, but it seems as though short weeks take even longer than regular weeks! I guess getting back into my Zumba routine twice a week should help things move along. And I might as well go since I have the rockingest deal ever from work where I pay such a tiny amount monthly to go to, basically, the most pimped out gym in the area. Easily the biggest perk of my job. (Again, see how my priorities are out of whack.)
So rather than that short week nonsense, let’s go with, “hey, it’s already Tuesday!” instead. Do short weeks feel like they last longer than regular weeks for you as well? Whatever it is for you, rock it out!
