Deep Thoughts

I rather enjoy the targeted exercises when I can invest the time. Like this evening. After a couple rounds of kicks, I was popping them off. KAPOW! BOOM! BOINK! Finding my rhythm cut my agility time in half (it's a Tuesday miracle!) Soon I'll be able to challenge anyone to a proper street fight. Game face: ON.

Pictured above: the agility section of my home gym. The space is configured such that I have to do kicks from inside the bathroom. I like to do it all in the dark. You know, just in case aforementioned street fight breaks out at night.

I finished the rest of the workout while I watched No Impact Man. Pretty interesting stuff. I'm trying to quit paper towel usage cold turkey. How the experiment is going would depend on which member of the household you choose to ask.

Going back to agility, my new favorite thing is spitting cherry pits into the trash can behind my desk at snack time. Patrick, I think you should consider adding targeted spitting to the agility workout. PTOOEY!

Pacato tells me I'm looking rather agile in the capoeira roda. I have no idea if this is true. What I do know is that we started class today by playing without kicks, and I was pulling tricks out of my bag that I forgot I knew. I must harbor a small fear of getting kicked. I think my game reflects the fact that I'm not a touchy feely person in real life, but throw out the kicks, and suddenly, I'm all up in your space.

Now that push kicks are getting more play in my brain, they've insinuated themselves into my capoeira repertoire as well.

Also, I walked by the mirror the other day in my morning P.E. uniform (sports bra and undies) and actually thought, I can't believe that's my body. I dig KFB muscle tone.

I slept in till 6:50 a.m. this morning. It was glorious. But I literally just woke myself up snoring in the middle of writing this post. So I suppose I'll hit the sack.

Until next time. . . .