Brain Freeze!

No, I didn’t eat my ice cream too fast, nor did I drink my daquiri too fast. No, dear reader, today, whilst out on the mountain, I unwittingly inhaled really hard to clear the snowboarding snot (how ladylike, right?) and I had my gloved hand up against my nose. Said glove had snow on it which I inhaled with zeal, much like I imagine a cokehead would inhale that first/second/however many line. Let me tell you that this takes brain freeze to a whole new level. Kinda like an even sharper ice pick to the brain. Ouch.

It was a gorgeous bluebird day out there today.DCIM100GOPRO

A 38 year old, a 40 year old, and a 41 year old walk onto Peak 7. They ride all day, skipping going to the top of Peak 6, hitting Peak 8 and Peak 9 also. 8 hours later, they’re lying around the house wondering if anyone got the license plate of the truck that hit them all. There are sore bums, knees, hips, shoulders, and pretty much everything else going on in this house. Thank goodness we decided to take tomorrow off to lay around and watch football, but we’re going back on Monday. Yes, we’re insane. Or at least two of the three of us are.

I thought that driving up and riding and coming back on the same day would really suck. It’s actually not that bad. I did have to switch out driving duties about 40 minutes away from the house, but my eyes really just wanted to close. I think it had something to do with concentrating on the road because as soon as we played Chinese Fire Drill, I was nice and awake. I’m weird like that though.

Now that I am horribly sore, I am once again considering going to get a massage. I would really be interested in hearing someone’s reviews of Massage Envy. It’s a chain of sorts so I automatically have shied away from it. Perhaps you could recommend someone? Here are my criteria:

  • Preferably a dude although I’ve had a few female massage therapists that have had really strong hands, dudes are just naturally stronger. Also, they tend to talk less. I don’t want to have a conversation; I want a massage. I’ll let you know if the pressure is too much.
  • On that pressure point (ha! see what I did there?!?!), like they said in Dodgeball, “Go Balls Deep!” The very last thing I want is a “massage” where you’re just running your hands over my arms/legs/back/etc. I’m pretty active. I have muscles that have been used and abused. Fascia like rocks. No smooth muscle fibers. Is there something deeper than deep tissue? I want that.

Two things. That’s it. Is that so much to ask? I don’t think so. Oh, can I keep it under $100 too? Not necessarily under $100 including the tip, but pre-tip, that would be nice. Yeah, so if you know someone, shoot me a line, would ya? While I’m waiting, I think I’m going to turn in. I still have to try to work out in the morning. Take care!

New Week, New Posts, & Some Realizations

Where does the time go?? I just recently asked how I could get five more hours in between about 5 and 10pm. Wouldn’t you enjoy that? More time to work out, more time to stretch, more time to pole dance? Of course you want that! Make it happen, science!

Last week was a blur. A lazy blur. But, I’m back on the wagon. Getting those workouts in (using’s like dog shaming but with exercise), trying to write (see? Here I am!), and just generally being a cooler me. In order to be that cooler me, I have to realize and accept that waiting until Sunday to do things is the same as saying, eff it, I’m not gonna do it. I could be queen of the procrastination club if I could make it to meetings…maybe next week.

Remember Second Saturdays? Where I go get a massage? A deep tissue massage? I did at least do that. I have a lovely bruise on my ass to show for it. Hopefully, as I continue to stretch, things will continue to loosen up and I won’t be putting myself through this torture of trying to break up 5 year old scar tissue for nothing. My desire for deep tissue massage, oddly enough, goes along with why I shouldn’t partner stretch. In partner stretching, I’ll just do my best to keep relaxing into whatever stretch my partner is pushing me into (except splits) which ultimately leads to me over-stretching and not being able to walk for a couple days. Massage is the same. The masseuse is in there just digging away with her elbows and I just do my best to breathe through it. She’s the first person who has even come close to making me want to wave the white flag. Did I let her go too far? Possibly. I think she might have moved a rib, but that’s why I have a chiropractor. After she was done and we were chatting, she told me that she was starting to wonder if I was still alive because most people would have been crying out in pain when she was as deep as she was.  Yeah, well. I’m tough. Or stupid. Take your pick.

I have another post coming shortly after this one all about pole, hooray!  You’ll need to be familiar with Star Trek and the Borg, so get on over to Wikipedia and start studying so you’re not left out!

Speaking of pole, someone needs to get on the ball. A mere 3.5 weeks until the showcase and I’ve knocked out a staggering 30 seconds of my personal routine. And I still have another 90 seconds of the group routine to choreograph. I must be crazy. Yep, that’s a definite. I think the rest of this week will just fly on by in its usual inconsiderate way. And speaking of which still, I’m out of time. Grrrr.  Have a great day!!

Happy New Year….Yesterday

Hi there, 2013, you sexy beast.

Glad to be out of 2012.  The end of the year, by far, is the worst for me.  Not simply because I don’t actually enjoy the end-of-year holiday madness, but because I tend to get strapped for time and therefore lazy about my working out.  Inevitably, I start the year with the November/December fat pooch.  Ugh. 

BUT, that pooch can’t slow me down.  I’m going to punch it with cardio and ab work until it gives up and slinks away, oh I don’t know, maybe into my ass although probably not, but away from my midsection.  I might even have to attend a CrossFit class (you know who you are) although probably not because it doesn’t look 100% safe to me and I don’t want to look like a CrossFit chick.  I have enough problems with bulking up.  Anywho, this week has been a success so far.  This is blog post 2 of 3.  I’ve handled 1 of 2 weights days and 2 of 3 cardio days.  Still lots to do and lots to look forward to, but I’m feeling good.

I’m on a financial diet, even though the Hubby likes to remind me that we aren’t poor, to make up for the fact that I’m not on a food diet.  Screw that.  I’m not trying to be in a bodybuilding competition, I just want to be fit.  So fuck yeah, I’m having that cookie.  And I might eat its best friend also.  That’s how I do.  But in the realm of that financial diet (read: budget), I try considerably harder not to cheat.  I guess I’m a hoarder.  A money hoarder.  Just call me Scrooge McDuck.  (Duck Tales.  Woo Oooh.)

I’m turning over a new leaf.  I’m not going spending crazy by any means, but I am going to institute S4 or Second Saturday Spa Sessions.  One delicious, deep tissue, trigger point, get deeper, use your friggin elbow, if I’m not grunting you’re not deep enough massage per month.  A little treat to keep me focused on working out since this is my reward for staying on track.  This month, I’ll be trying a local place that has a chiropractor (although I already have one of those that I like) and masseuses that are more focused on rehabbing from injuries.  Hopefully they’ll be “the ones”.  If not, I have a couple of other places lined up to try.

In other news, part of the reason I’m fighting this pooch is the breadmaker that I got.  So far, I’m 4 loaves in and have yet to get one to come out that didn’t fall.  Fortunately, even when they do fall, they’re still yummy.  Or maybe that’s unfortunately.  Either way, I’m gonna keep trying until I get it right.  And when I do, I’ll be stoked to make all kinds of crazy yummy concoctions in there.  This is why I work out.  So I can eat bread and lots of it.

Hey, somebody remind me to post a picture or something of where I am with my splits progress, ok?  How else am I going to know if I’m getting anywhere or if I’m stuck in the same place I’ve been?  Thanks.  I knew I could count on you.

Well, I hate to write and run, but…actually I just hate to run.  See you Friday when I may bring back the ROCO Friday tradition.  Peace!