Alright, alright, let’s just get the elephant out of the way.
That was some uninspired, for the most part, playing of the game last night, boys. It wasn’t a blowout like last time since the Ravens were playing equally like caca. Yeah, yeah, defense, etc. I get it. But if I saw what was going to happen in that last 30, hell 10 seconds, I think y’all who get paid for it maybe should’ve seen it also. How many times you gonna let them thrown down the field before you think they stop dropping it? Ahhhhh. It’s kind of gotten the royal us (I am aware that I don’t play, nor do I have any affect on the outcome of games, but I’ve loved it for well over 20 years so it’s US.) in a bad position as far as standings, but we can come back. Certainly have to beat the Bengals. Twice.
Enough about that. Lumber on outta the room ya big purple bastard.
Last week, I didn’t make it to the gym or studio nearly as much as I wanted to and by Friday I could completely tell. I was grumpy and on edge and everything was making me want to punch/kick/stab. Hopefully this week will be a little better. There’s the possibility of 4 days in the studio and certainly at least 2 days in the gym. Party, party, party.
There is much more that I could ramble about, but it just isnt’ necessary this morning. Have yourself a lovely little Monday.
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.
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.
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?
Oh, hi there! Miss me? No, didn’t think so. 😀
- Woke up – that’s always good
- Make a pot of coffee
- Turn on the computer
- Work from home
- Lunch with hubby
- Gym – made it! Scorpion in the net can’t hold me down!
- Evening walk
- Take photos
- Write blog post