Every weekday at around noon, I don my workout gear, pop in a kickboxing DVD and proceed to roundhouse kick and uppercut my way to physical fitness. I’m well aware that I look like a damn fool; my legs can only lift up a few inches off the ground and my attempts at throwing jabs mostly result in my arms flailing helplessly about. Now that I think of it, it’s a good thing that I do this in the privacy of my home…an observer wouldn’t know whether to call an ambulance or an exorcist.
What I lack in controlled movements and athleticism, however, I make up for in enthusiasm. I GET INTO IT. Man oh man do I get into it! Sometimes I get SO into it that I forget to watch what the instructor is doing and just go all freestyle NINJA for a minute, even shouting haiii-YAH! with my made up moves. It gets pretty intense up in here. I must have been a kung-fu master in a previous life. Never mind that the DVD is called Kickboxing for Dummies.
I also purchased a Pilates DVD. It has remained untouched since I took it out of the box. The lady on the cover looks way too limber. And happy. Also? I think childbirth turned my core into jello because I have zero core strength. Well, I probably had zero core strength to begin with…so, now I guess I have negative 100 core strength. I’m working up the courage to try it but in the meantime, it just sits there, taunting me.
On a completely unrelated subject (which, coincidentally, was my other choice for the name of this blog because my thought pattern is VERY erratic and you probably already know this because you’re reading this sentence right here) I want a new camera because I’ve been reading a bunch of blogs with some kick-ass photos and I’ve been gripped by blog envy. Just think, this post could have been accompanied by an AWESOME photo of me! Doing a kickboxing move! Oh, the possibilities.
P.S. -> At this point, I’m hoping that a camera company representative who is an AVID reader of this blog rushes to send me a kick-ass camera. Go ahead, you awesome Rep, you! Send it.