Yawn. I’m too old to stay out until 1 AM, particularly on a school night, but at the time it seemed the thing to do. Henna, the dice game called Bunco, ice cream pie and a bottle of Cupcake wine might have been involved. Also a full moon, as well as some twinkle lights.
Three days after kickboxing, I no longer feel 152 years old, so that’s progress. Everything except for my feet and my face hurt, and then I kinked my neck, on top of it all. So maybe yoga helped yesterday, or maybe it was just time and sleep. Which I didn’t get enough of last night, but I think I already mentioned that. Anyway, out of all the harder-core classes at the gym, kickboxing seems the most feasible, and least boring, and least likely to kill me off but still provide a challenge. It’s definitely a challenge, especially since it’s been over 5 years since my last attempts, and even those weren’t so breakneck (kink-necked?) paced. But you know I enjoy kicking and punching the shit out of imaginary targets; it feels productive somehow. As opposed to cycling into an imaginary distance or jumping around for the thrill of fallen arches.
When’s the last time I challenged myself physically, I wonder? Am I as strong physically as I am mentally (no) and do I care? Should I devote energy to this cause just to explore what it means? These are some of my ponderings this week. And in yoga, our intent was to hear our inner music, and mine was the ocean, which sort of surprised me.
I’ll pick up our book again for sure. I was waiting for your go. In the meantime, I finished my YA novel and picked up another one about almost-dying, and the jacket copy is so cheesy I nearly slapped the book out of J.Lo’s hands when he picked it up off the counter. Because if I weren’t me, I’d definitely make fun of me for reading it. But I love a good YA book, I really do.
I’ve got chocolate-chip cookies to eat and must figure out what on earth to do with all those green onions.
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3 comments:
You must tell me immediately what Cupcake wine is! It sounds like something magical.
Also, my word verification is grayape. Do you have a monkey on your back?
It's a Sauvignon Blanc, quite tasty! I'm usually a Pinot Grigio girl, but I may be on a new kick. It's time for a different grayape. :)
I fully support punching and kicking. Er what? :) The basic curriculum where I go is all about building multiple fitness (physical, mental, moral, financial, life). See what a good spokesperson I am?
Their point being that if your body craps out how will you do any of the rest.
Not that I always agree with everything they say, but whatever. It's probably stuff a lot of people haven't been brought up with.
Cupcake wine sounds about my speed :) Earlier this week I went with the mimosa when I met people for drinks. Turned out to be the perfect choice without much alcohol (I can get a buzz off the fumes) and without much alcohol tast.
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