Friday, September 19, 2003

Friday: Kardio Kickbox Nothing motivates me more than a trainer with rock hard abs and split calves teaching a class.  This morning: April.  The name sounds pretty and sweet, but April is no softee.  For the first time I understood that my punches were supposed to actually PUNCH.  Halfway through the class I thought I WOULD die: my clothes were soaking wet and my hair was actually dripping sweat.  But  I made it through.  It was awesome.  I think this might be the hardest thing I've ever done for myself.  It is a pretty cool thing to be spending an hour a day working my (well, literally working my butt off) butt off just for ME.  Since I had a morning class I ran home and showered and then rushed off to a Unified Arts meeting at my school.  I cannot tell you how energized I was throughout the rest of the day -- when the other teachers were hitting the wall at the end of a wicked work week, I was cracking jokes and dancing like Molly Ringwald in the hallway.  It was a great afternoon. 7:03:24 PM    whaddya think? []

Thursday: Sin Okay, so I missed class this morning.  I was performing for a women's group and I forgot all about it until last night when I suddenly realized that I was booked for the morning.  Of course, that also meant that I had a panick-y bout with writing at 5:00 in the morning so that I'd have a script to work off of, but the worst part of it is that I also have to miss class tonight because the school I teach at has Open House. I didn't realize this would be such a momentus deal.  I missed class.  It was strength and conditioning and now I have to deal with my coach and try to explain my way out of it. . . Oh yeah, the diet thing is going well.  Except that Monday night (why the heck am I admitting this?) I ate half a carton of Godiva Chocolate Cheesecake Ice Cream.  It was great, but I felt so bad about it I don't think I'll do that again. 9:34:29 AM    whaddya think? []

Wednesday: Kickbox with Hitler Okay, so I'm flabby.  I'm outta shape.  But that doesn't mean that tan, skinny mom needs to take it out on me!  I swear the coach for Kickbox today took lessons right from Hitler.  It's like the more she sees you struggling the harder the class gets.  She actually said, "I'm in a bad mood today so get it going!"  YIKES! By the time J, D and I left class we were as wet as if we had been waiting for Isabel.  Poor T came limping out of class moments later with a dazed and confused look on her face.   This IS hell. 9:31:02 AM    whaddya think? []