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Hello, October!

I love the first day of the month. Why? It’s new contacts day. Putting in brand new contacts feels like they just aren’t even there except that I can see.

First of the month is also a great time to make some goals. New Year’s resolutions never work for me (or anyone else, probably), so I’m going to go with just some things I want to accomplish in October.

Continue on with the P90X. One week in and I’m going strong. Strong and sore.
NaNoPlaMo – otherwise known as National Novel Planning Month. I’ll be trying to head on back to Mrs. C’s eigth grade English class to outline the book I’ll be writing in November.
Zumba – I need to put together at least one class so I could sub in emergencies.
Teach/assist at least 4 classes
Read two books that have been sitting on my shelf. Both start with ‘w’.
Stretch! Try for 3 times a week.
Pole. Home or studio, but at least 3 times a week.
No minds

This is probably a ridiculous amount of things to try to accomplish in a month, but, as I was recently told and will paraphrase to fit here, I need to just do and stop thinking so much. I’m off to do.

Mean Muggin’

As in: “Why you mean muggin’ me?”

Which is what I wanted to ask this chick at the gym. I was standing at my bag, chatting with another lady there about pole class when I could literally FEEL this chick punching me with her eyes. Whatever if you don’t like pole dancing, get the hell out of my conversation!

Sidebar: I just watched the ‘Royal Pudding’ episode of South Park. Please. I worked the abs too hard today to be giggling this much.

Anywho, there was some music playing, something by Pitbull, and in my own little world, I was putting together a little Zumba-boxing combo (you heard it here first!) because you know Pitbull makes me wanna shake my ass. It’s hard to coordinate punches (and really hit hard) with Zumba footwork. And that’s what the lady on the other side of me found out. I happened to glance her way to see her giving it a go and our eyes met. I smiled; she mean mugged me. Maaaaaaaan! I can’t win. But that’s why I hit the bag.

Halfway through the week and I’m still sticking to the plan. Not so hard since yesterday was a day off but I did get to the gym today. Tomorrow would have been a day to fly except the weather isn’t cooperating. Off to the chiropractor instead!

37 to go!

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

37.32 & 37.33 – Zumba

It’s late, I’m tired. There you go.

That up there is all I had to say last night when I got home from the Nuggets game. I was too tired to even push publish. But now, I’ve had some sleep and I’m ready to give an update.

It started snowing yesterday in the wee hours of the morning. That’s never a good sign. I started thinking that maybe we should take public transport to this event, but we opted to drive instead. By the time we got downtown at about 4, the roads were already getting not so nice.

Regardless, I trudged through the snow to find the right building where rehearsal was being held. There was a LOT of Zumba love going on in that room! Everyone was super friendly (which basically falls right in line with Colorado in general) and it didn’t even matter that I didn’t know anyone there. By the end of the night, I had made a few new friends.

We rehearsed for a while, talked about what would happen, smiled, laughed, joked, took pictures, and just basically had a great time. My photographer forgot to turn on the flash so some of the pics came out blurry, but no biggie. I’ll share the clear one and the one where I don’t quite have my eyes open, lol.

My face looks very, uh, full, lol. Ah well. Here’s the halftime show:

Truly a blast and I look forward to doing it again next year. It’s also inspired me to, oh, maybe work on putting a class together so I can teach once in a while. I mean, that’s why I did this in the first place and someone always needs a sub.

The roads were NOT GOOD on the way home. But, driving in the snow with a rear-wheel drive vehicle never is good. We made it, though, all in one piece, even though that piece was pretty frazzled.

Now that the Zumba excitement is over and done, it’s time to move on to the next thing I’m looking forward to:

STEELER FOOTBALL!!!

Oh, mama, I’m in fear for my life from the long arm of the law……..

37.28 – Zumba, Brazil, Caipirinha, Baila

Dear Club Med,

Thanks for pounding repetitive dances into my head for four years. It is because of this that I love Zumba and also it is because of this that I felt comfortable with only starting to learn a dance on Sunday that I’ll perform at halftime of the Nuggets game this Sunday. One week? A full week of practice? I’ve learned about half a show in a day….in an airport. Come on, challenge me!

Oh wait, it is challenging. As of late, exercise has not been my friend. And we’re at altitude. So, yeah, if you happen to see this on TV (and there’s more than one black person out there), I’ll be the one mouth breathing. But I’m sure I’ll look fantastic while I’m mouth breathing. Please don’t put me in the front row. I know I’m short but that is the last place I want to be. It isn’t stage fright; I got over that a long time ago. I just don’t want to look like a tool in front of the tens of Nuggets fans that might see this. Yes, tens. *Birdman, away!*

Well, this is day 5 of my 21 day habit-forming blogging. It isn’t really getting any easier. It’s like squeezing a zit that isn’t ready to pop. All you get is pain and an empty page. I give mad props to people who can write and actually be interesting on a daily basis. I mean, I fill space, but it isn’t always a great read. I’m okay with that. The one or two of you that stop by are okay with it too, right?!?!

I’m going to skip a Facebook friend story today. Instead I’m going to go read my book. See ya!

zumba

Hello, October!

Mean Muggin’

37.57 – Flexible?

37.32 & 37.33 – Zumba

37.28 – Zumba, Brazil, Caipirinha, Baila

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