11:43pm. Pacific time.
I’m supposed to be asleep.
If I’m going to be awake, I should be doing the homework that Tony Robbins assigned me today. Write down 4 things that I’ve been putting off, and why.
One of the things I put off today was writing a post…not enough time, something else had to get done first, I didn’t have my camera with me to download the necessary eye candy, etc.
So now I’ll cross “write a blog post” off of my list of procrastinated items, and replace it with “Writing down 4 things I’ve been putting off, and why”. Ironic.
As an aside, I’m so sad that “Breakthrough with Tony Robbins” got CANCELLED after only a couple of episodes, that I dug out my Tony Robbins “Personal Power” CD set and loaded it on my iPod. (It’s not going so well. See above paragraph about putting off doing the homework. I’ve listened to Day 2 like 5 days in a row.) It makes me want to boycott NBC. At least until the new season of Biggest Loser starts.
On to something more exciting! Like my first kickboxing class last night! Woo!
After S. read my post on why I want to be Sydney Bristow, she sent me a link to our city’s parks & rec website and suggested we take the cardio kickboxing class. Well, DUH! Of course I’m in! I took kickboxing years ago at the Y and it’s really fun. Plus it’s a killer workout. Plus it’s only $30 for 4 classes which is pretty much a steal. I signed up.
There were 15 girls in the class, including S. and me. We stood in the back because we were sure that we would look like total fools. Hopefully it wasn’t that bad…there were enough women in front of me blocking the mirror that I couldn’t really tell.
Our instructor quickly went through the different punches and kicks that we would be doing and then started in on some combinations. I looked at the clock:
Me: “7:15. Not bad. This class is going by pretty fast. And it’s not, like, TOO hard.”
Then Instructor kicked it up a notch. She had us shuffling and kicking and speed-bagging and I could barely keep up. Wisps of my bangs were coming out of my hair clip and sticking to my face. I was working up quite a sweat. Concentrating on breathing. I looked at the clock again:
Me: “This is getting rough. Oh, Phew. It’s already 7:35. We’re almost done. Wait…WHAT? IT’S ONLY BEEN SEVEN MINUTES?!?”
And then I prepared myself for the possibility that I might, in my fatigued state, trip over the bulky wrestling mat during my shuffling and fall and hit my head on the stereo equipment and knock myself out cold. VERY un-Sydney Bristow like. The only reason Sydney Bristow would be out cold is because the bad guys hit her over the head with some heavy object like a shovel or a fire extinguisher, and then she’d wake up tied to a chair which she’d inevitably escape from, all while somehow incapacitating her captor, stealing whatever coveted object she came for, and returning home safe to Vaughn. No, no…I had to keep it together!
Luckily, I kept it together. The rest of the kickboxing class was moderately intense, but fun. I can’t say I’m a huge fan of the thick wrestling mat they have on the floor in the kickboxing room…oddly enough it was NOT good for my knee. My right knee was definitely feeling tweaky. It also could be because I was wearing my running shoes, which are actually a little bit big. (In my opinion, anyway…the guy at Fleet Feet doesn’t think so. But I do. Even if I had 10 toes on 1 foot, I could wiggle them all in these shoes.) I may need some new cross-training shoes that fit a little more snug around my toes so my foot doesn’t slide around so much. We’ll see.
Okay, now it’s time for bed. And I just have to say, I kinda love my clock illustrations. I crack myself up sometimes!