writing lab

Que Lo Que Ves?

Lotta ass in this video. You’ve been warned.

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.

Right splitRight Split 1.22

I’d say that this looks like zero progress, lol.
Left splitLeft Split 1.22Lots 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!

 

Sex On My Feet

This is not a foot fetish porn site. Today.

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!
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.

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Screenshot_2014-01-21-06-13-31See 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!

Rectus Femoris? I Damn Near Killed It

This muscle is currently the bane of my existence. I won’t make you go look it up – let’s call it high, outer quad and then we all know what I’m talking about. I’ve been stretching and foam rolling this M-F-er and it just refuses to give in! I’m fairly certain that this muscle alone is the reason I get up from my desk like a neanderthal. It also makes my knee hurt. The human body is freaking amazing how it’s all interconnected (and sometimes all in pain). And no, I’m not a doctor, but I play one in my head by using my fun phone apps like Learn Muscles and Trigger Points. Oh, and I can’t forget WebMd – the preferred tool of hypochondriacs nationwide.

Did you know that the universe is a dick sometimes? For example, I have my list of things that I want to get done and I’m working diligently on them, and then along comes the universe and says, “Hey! What about THIS?!?!” as it dangles the most delicious looking creme brulee I’ve ever seen in front of my face. Why, universe, why? Today’s dessert comes in the form of a writing lab. I know it will be helpful and time well spent, but the question is, where will I find the time? Scheduling my free time isn’t my strongest suit. It’s why I write in the morning rather than waiting till the evening, weekends excepted. After I get home from work, I just want to decompress and not use my brain. But, and pardon me while I have a revelation here, I need to exercise my brain the same as I exercise my body. There ya go, genius. That’s how you get it done. Ok, writing lab is on the agenda.

Also, winter allergies. Is that a thing? It sure feels like it in my nose. I know the house is a little dusty, but I also know it’s not enough to be causing all of this mess. Maybe I’ll go WebMd myself and self-diagnose my ailments. Mild bronchitis? Possibly. Walking pneumonia? Probably not, but a semi-hypochondriac would swing for that fence, right? Of course we would! On a side note, my husband just shakes his head if he happens to catch me looking at WebMd. Ha, it’s medical porn and I love it.

This weekend, I’m going to, for the first time, take off my diva boots and drive up to Breck in the morning and return on the same day. We’ve been here three years now and yes, my spoiled ass has stayed up there at least overnight every time. I know, it’s terrible. I’m usually pretty thrashed though by the time we break for lunch and just the thought of a 90 minute drive makes me wanna cry. But, panties up! I’m doing it this weekend.

One last thing before I go finish preparing for this day. Dear all of y’all, particularly you circus/pole/aerial people: could you slow down on being so fantastic? I am trying to keep up and I am, for the most part, several years your senior. You’re making me look bad! 😛  Jokes! I have jokes! You ladies and gents keep on rocking because you give me something to strive towards. It’s not greatness in the general sense of the word, but greatness for my age, body, and abilities. Yeah. I’m not 26 and I can’t bend like that, but I will push myself to bend the best I can. I’m not so many things that you are, but I AM so many things that you’ll never be – like black. Bwahahahahahaha!  I’m a mess. Do you do this to yourselves? Do you strive to match/meet the goals of others? No? Just me? Ok. Carry on and have a wonderful Tuesday!