38.61 – Oops
Missed a day.
In major need of relaxation so I won’t be writing, well, pretty much anything. Good night!
Ramblings
38.59 – Where’s my Ben Gay?
And I’m not talking about some strange combination of #7 and #22.
This morning, after months and months of pretty much not doing anything physical, I thought it would be a good idea to go to a cardio boxing class. <insert coughing and gasping for air here> Kicked. My. Ass. There were some really cool things about the class such as the music. It started off hip-hop and it seemed that right when I was going to collapse from exhaustion, the music switched over to some RATM and NIN so I could suck it up and use that rage on the heavy bag. After 45 minutes of punches, squats, lunges, jumping and circling the bag, it was time for abs!! Did I make it all the way? Well, let’s just say I didn’t fully quit. I had to take some breaks, but overall, a good job. I’m looking forward to Monday. If I can lift my arms and get rehydrated, that is. Hello, Gatorade.
It shall not go without being said. HERE WE GO, STEELERS. HERE WE GO!!!
I must go rest.
37.58 – Zzzzzzzz
I’ll be calling this one short and sweet. It’s Friday and I’m ridiculously tired after not sleeping well for the last two nights. I’ll be taking a little sleep aid and waking up bright-eyed and bushy-tailed for my kickboxing class in the morning.
Have a good night. The “Big Game” is almost here!
37.57 – Flexible?
This early evening at the chiropractor, the good doctor was checking my hip/hamstring flexibility. I felt like he was just moving my leg around but apparently there was a method to his madness. He claimed that I am “very flexible”. Some of you who read this will know that I am NOT very flexible, at least not by my standards. (I hold myself to the impossible standards of people who have been seriously stretching for a long time, like people who work for Cirque.)
So here’s the test: lie flat on your back and either see how far you can lift your leg or how far someone else can lift it for you. Doctor says that the typical flexibility range is between 45 and 70 degrees. That’s the angle between your leg and the floor. Angle ABC where A is your toe, B is your butt, and C is the space where your foot used to be on the floor. I don’t think that’s a heck of a lot of flexibility, but I don’t know, you tell me. What’s your angle? I can push about 110 but he also wasn’t trying to stretch me.
In my neverending quest for fitness or at least some somewhat fun way to get some exercise, next week I’m going to try out LA Boxing. I’m planning to start with a little cardio boxing then move to kickboxing. If I am super pissed off, like I was today, then I might go the MMA route. Y’all know me and I can see you nodding your head going, “yup, I totally see her doing that.” I’ll let you know if I can move at the end of next week. I didn’t forget you Zumba. I still love you. I might even still come see you too. I’m gonna be hawt AND I’ll kick your ass.
Nothing lightens your mood like Winter Wipeout.
Lair creation is right on schedule. Tv and stand: check. Sexy floor lamp with bendy arms: check. Two great big beanbags: check (well, ordered today anyway). You know, because it’s not enough to have an office in which to write, I need every space to be utilized and pretty. All this to try to rearrange it at some later point when we move. Fun!
Okay, for realz, I need to work on my book outline. Be good, kids!
And of course, let us not forget:
HERE WE GO, STEELERS, HERE WE GO!!!! #SteelerNation #StairwayToSeven
37.56 – No more winter?
Punks-atawney Phil, I think a little bit later I’ll be calling shenanigans on you. Or does your forecast only apply to PA? If that is so, then go back in your cage and wake up at 6am to the alarm clock playing “I’ve Got You Babe.” </rant>
I just spent a half an hour writing an email and it flowed right out. It took me twenty minutes to write those first few sentences. No bueno.
Every day I get an email reminder that I should write. It says 750 words, but that’s a heck of a lot of words so I just strive to write a few.
Oh, I wanted to show you a picture from this morning.
iPhones take crappy pictures, at least the older ones do. But I took this photo this morning after I got out of my car at work. Shortly thereafter, I nearly froze to death. No, no, I kid, I kid. I only lost the tip of my nose.
It’s late, I’ve gotta scoot. Stay warm, people!