• +1 Aerial Silks Classes
• +1 Cups of Coffee
• +1 Healthy Breakfasts
• +7 Hours of Sleep
• +10 Minutes of Core Exercises
• +60 Minutes of Physical Activity
• +10 Minutes of Stretching
• +1 Workouts

Sunday morning, I dragged my broken heart (see Saturday's post) to a silks workshop with Heather. Because if I go to enough aerial silks classes, I'll be just like Flipper Baby and Redman from Conni's Restaurant and Ian from FUCT will leave their daredevil aerialist girlfriends for a life of slightly-closer-to-the-ground-but-more-champagne-soaked high-flying love with me. Oh, silks. She is a cruel and elusive mistress. The room was super humid, the silks were sticky like super glue, my butt was going nowhere near my head, and I chickened out of the big drop and did a t-catch instead. It was not my finest moment, but I cling tightly to what Roseanne Cash said:

"Just show up, just do it. Even if you feel like shit and you think you’re terrible and you’ll never get better and it will never go anywhere, just show up and do it. And, eventually, something happens."