Today is my second silksiversary! Two years ago today, I took my first aerial silks class with Mama Silk, where I met my friend Sila. Mama Silk is on vacation, so Sila and took a photo with just the two of us. In class tonight, I did my first ever unassisted aerial dance wraps, which are a type of footlock, and for some reason they have been hard for me to do. But I did them, twice, and then flipped right into a crossback straddle. Because I do that now, with regularity. After class, I celebrated my silksiversary by running a mile, because I am way more badass now than I was two years ago. While I was running, I meditated on this quote by Neil Armstrong:
"I believe every human being has a finite number of heartbeats. I don't intend to waste any of mine."
But it turns out Neil Armstrong didn't actually say that, and that quote also ends with "...to waste any of mine running around doing exercises." Hello, people. The whole point of running around doing exercises is so we can maximize our number of heartbeats. Duh.
Because I am grateful for each of my heartbeats along The Silk Road, I offer you these quotes instead:
"You get what you're given. It's all how you use it." ~ Pink
"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." ~ Rosanne Cash
"It's in the nature of the human being to face challenges. It's by the nature of his deep inner soul...We're required to do these things just as salmon swim upstream." ~ Neil Armstrong
Here's to another year of flying upstream with all my Silkies!
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Last Wednesday: more silks practice, lots of foam rolling. Then I ran two miles. Who am I?????
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Allow me to introduce to you the most perfect commercial on the planet: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=z0hq4bBnYIM. It features a margarita-making fireman and his fluffy beret-wearing kitten sidekick. This is everything I want in my life, and for my birthday, which is next week.
I told Buffin all about this commercial, and so throughout our circuit yesterday, he reminded me to keep doing it "for the kitten." We started with box jumps. I'm terrified of jumping onto boxes, so Buffin held my hand, except one time I slipped and I kind of grabbed his crotch. I swear it was an accident. We recovered, and continued with our circuit of split squats, pushups, lateral lunges, lat pull-downs and jack-knifes. As I brought the medicine ball towards my chest during jack knifes, I just pretended I was holding a kitten on my knees and I couldn't let him drop.
I have session with Buffin on my birthday next week. He is on board with my plan to wear a tutu and a tiara and hand out party favors during our workout. Gym birthday party! Then he got down to business about cardio and nutrition, blah blah, and challenged me to drink only one day a week. In my birthday week???!!! Just when I start to think Buffin is the most perfect man on the planet, he starts spouting nonsense and crazy talk. Sigh.
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I was a hot mess last Thursday. I got to they gym, realized my fly was down & I didn't pack a sports bra. Buffin had me doing all sorts of things with 25 lb weights. I wanted to go back to 20 lbs. A man came over and asked if he could use the 25 lbs, and I picked them right back up and said, "Oh no, I'm using them." Because I'm a brat like that.
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I ran my routine for the 1st time in weeks. What a mess. Oy. BUT, my next aerial silks recital is November 5th!
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My inverted climbs were on fire. Hot cha cha
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Buffin asked me to keep a booze diary, and the way my social life rolls, keeping a booze diary is probably the only way I'll ever get that novel written. I brought in a diary which I thought showed a lot of restraint, given the company I was keeping, and he nearly fell off his chair. I think we have very different definitions of "a night out." Like his involves 2 beers at a bar, while mine is a wine-soaked girls dinner, followed by dancing, then tequila shots forced on me by new mothers on their one night off from baby duty, and somehow we all end up at Occupy Wall street, tottering in heels and flirting with volunteer lawyers and firefighters. And that was just Friday.
ANYWAY, we did this insane kettlebell workout circuit where you do as many circuits as you can in 15 minutes, then timed stair runs (3 times up & down, aiming for under 1 minute, followed by pushups, repeat 3 times) and then what I like to call Entrapment Abs. It's a bunch of different crunches, then you roll over into a plank, roll back onto your back and do it all over again, 3 times. It reminds me of the scene in Entrapment where Catherine Zeta-Jones' bum looks really good snaking around all the lasers. What can I say? I play hard, I work hard, and then I rob banks with my core!
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I accidently sent Buffin some dirty texts today. Nothing on an Anthony Weiner level, but definitely "that's what she said." When I texted him that I was going to be late, not all of my texts went through, and out of context, they sounded like I have some illegal hobbies. By the time I arrived at the gym, I was giggling so hard I was crying. Buffin thought it was pretty funny too, and we spent the rest of the session with our banter down way, way deep in the gutter. The group fitness studio is under renovation at Crunch Lafayette, so I had to do all of my grunty, beast big weight lifting exercises next to a class of women delicately doing Pilates. Then I was a pushup machine. Buffin said my pushups were so awesome he's going to write my Congressman about it. Weiner was not my Congressman, but he'd still probably want to read my texts.
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Silks class! I inverted, did a knee hook, and pulled myself up over my knee without a boost from Heather. I am awesome. In other news, my butt will not go over my head. That skill has left me. After class, I ran on the treadmill. I was a hot mess. I got 2 side stitches, and I flailed when reaching my iPod & pulled out the emergency stop cord. Screeching halt. I have expanded my "I don't hate life as much when I run to this song" to a repertoire of 4. No shame in putting Kelly Clarkson and Cee Lo Green on repeat, no sir. After I ran, I went on the Portal to Another World (a.k.a. vertical leg raise) and did straight leg raises. They used to be hard, but now I do 20 no problemo. Did I mention that I am awesome?
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You catchup, I say catch-up, let's call the whole thing off. It was early. I was with Buffin. I forget what we did but it hurt.
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