routines

I Work Out (Girl, Look At That Body)

Oh yes. This morning, I feel accomplished. I upped my push-up/pull-up game just a touch from last week. Then: 45/95. Today: 57/115. I’m hoping to push that number up every week for the next three Thursdays. Pretty stoked on the P90X3. You should try it. Only 30 minutes a day! Message me for more info. Only down side here is that I’ll be done around the end of March and bikini vacation isn’t until June. I guess a second round won’t hurt.

Last night, I went to my second FabPole class. Did I mention that I’m taking this class from the woman that invented it? No? Well, there you go. Now you know. And since knowing is half the battle, GO JOE! Officially two hours in (two one hour classes) and we’re working out a routine. We’re about 2 minutes in and I love it. I know that there are things that I need to work on (the broken neck look, the WTF hands, and occasional toe points), but I’m actually able to look at this and say “hey, for two hours of practice, you’re not doing too badly.” Without further ado, here’s what we’re up to (it’ll take a minute to load and I’m not sure how this looks on mobile):

Weeeeeeeeeee! So much can get done with this apparatus. I’m excited to see what else we learn. I’m also excited to work out that straddle back at the end so I don’t just slam my ghetto booty on the pole. We did just learn that part last night, so I don’t feel too badly about it. I mean, yeah, it bangs against the pole, but why else am I doing all of these squats and lunges if not to lift that baby up? Booty, booty, booty, booty, rockin’ everywhere!

Thursday. I swear that not three weeks ago, I was saying how the weeks were going by uber-quickly and now, it seems that time has decided to push the slow motion button. I’m not sure if it’s because I don’t have my entire week packed full of activities…yet, or what, but it’s crazy. Maybe because I just want to get to the weekend to get up to the mountains to tackle jumping. Maybe it’s because I’m taking the time to stop and smell the snow after I faceplant. The world may never know.

Did you ever want something to drink and opened up the fridge and there wasn’t a damn drop in sight? Did you close the door disgustedly and walk away? Did the light bulb over your head go on almost immediately after the fridge light went off? Did you run back there and grab a couple of Cuties?You know those little oranges/tangerines/tangelos/whatever the hell they are? No? Just me again? Damn. Well fine, I’m not gonna share then. As a matter of fact, I’m gonna take my Cuties and go try to get mentally prepared for my first “boss” meeting today. I don’t think they’ll be expecting much of me outside of my attendance, but you just never know. How much do you love an unexpected surprise?

Get on out there and have yourself a thumpin’ Thursday. If you get down, just remember, tomorrow is Friday!

Sleep, I Knew Thee Well

For oh so long, I’ve been fortunate enough to put my head on the pillow, close my eyes, and really call it a night – see you tomorrow. It appears that my days of good fortune have come to an end, temporarily I hope. I believe this is now day four without a good night’s sleep. I realize that many folks deal with this on a daily basis, and, right now, I am feeling for all of you.

Not sure what little switch got clicked in my brain, but whomever turned it on needs to take his/her happy ass right back in there to switch it back. This is something I might understand if I were overly concerned about something, anything, at the moment, but I’m not. Mentally exhausted after work some days? Sure. That shouldn’t keep me from knocking out at night.

It’s a vicious circle that has a couple more points to keep it round. Goes kinda like this:

  • 10 pm – Lay it down and try to start relaxing
  • 11 pm – Toss, turn, turn, toss
  • 1 am – Up to pee
  • 3 am – Up to pee. Wonder what time it is. Look at clock. Sigh deeply
  • 3:35 am – It must be time to get up now. Look at clock. Sigh deeply
  • 4:15 am – I must have been asleep for 2 hours. Look at clock. Sigh deeply
  • 5 am – Damn, you’re here already/how could it have taken you so long to get here
  • 5:15 am – Let’s work out
  • 7:30 am – Start work
  • 8 am – Coffee #1
  • 9 am – Probably coffee #2
  • 10 am – Hit the wall (considering adding a ripper here to get through the day)
  • 11 am – Brain function at an all-time low leaving me frustrated about my work and ridiculously tired
  • 1 pm – LUNCH!
  • 3 pm – Dragging ass
  • 4:30 pm – Brave traffic to get home
  • 5:30 pm – I want to do things here (trapeze, pole, something, anything) but I’m too damn tired

Hubby’s theory is that I’m not eating enough to do all I try to do. He could be correct, but oddly enough, I hope not because I don’t know if I could honestly shove any more food down my gullet in a day. I take a daily multi-vitamin (semi-daily…I forget sometimes) so it shouldn’t be the usual iron deficiency that I tend to have. It’s gotta be the sleep. Ack! What do you do when your old friend sleep has turned his back on you and thrown you under the bus?!?! Tonight, I’ll be trying some melatonin. Hopefully I won’t have to progress past that.

In other (pole) news, the spring showcase at Boulder Spirals is creeping up on me. For my preparation timeline for a performance, I’m right on schedule having chosen my song with a mere 17 days till showtime. I’m shooting for sexy this time. We’ll see how that goes. I’m also mentally sitting on two other pole pieces that I want to put together: one with a friend from high school and one to rep one of my greatest loves ever. That’s all I am going to say about them at the moment, though, because I think that a million people read this blog (HAHAHAHA) and I want to make sure that I don’t give away my ideas so people can get to them before me. So, Cheryl, I didn’t forget about you! 🙂

Have a great day, folks. The time has come for me to pack up a lunch full of food that will hopefully keep me awake today. 🙂