This post shall proceed in bullet point fashion as to help you, the reader, follow my train of thought. It's the least I can do.
- To My Dear Sir, Alice Arnn: F.U.N. is the completion of a lifetime of devotion to the Format. Thank you for bringing that to my attention. There will never be any greater feeling than driving all over Michigan and northern Indiana listening to their CD's on repeat with you. LOVE.
- On Wednesday, March 7, 2012 I joined an Elite group of individuals who have ripped their pants whilst instructing middle school children. I got really lucky (if there can be luck involved in this kind of misfortune) because it happened in front of my 8th grade girls. I love them with my whole heart and I believe the feeling is mutual. Allow me to paint you a picture.
Student (S.A.) - "EWWW a bug! It's a gnat!!"
Me - "Haha! S. carries around garbage in her pockets. GROSS!" (I love them!)
Student (S.A.) - "At least it wasn't a spider." ...
That comment led me to tell them about dear Circe Cansino who more often than not cries when she sees a spider. Then that comment led me to tell them a story about the time a white spider ambushed me while I was driving to Howder from the Sports Complex. I started crying in the car, sped into the driveway, slammed the Jeep into park, jumped out if the car, ran into the house, and started striping my clothes off while screaming and crying (I knew in my heart it was on me). Circe was sitting at the dining room table. She cried with me as I retold the tale. That's a real friend... with a real phobia.
THEN that story reminded me of the time Chelsea Wackernagel got so freaked out when Jasmine Mays snuck up on her at Howder that she froze and fell over like a fainting goat. I believe this behavior transpired on a few other occasions as well.
Student - "What's a fainting goat?"
Me - "Oh they freeze and fall over when they see a predator. LIKE THIS..."
Riiiiiiiip... tiny noise, BIG PROBLEM!
From the looks on their faces none of them noticed or at least they were all gracious enough not to say anything. I love them. Needless to say I spent my planning period running home to change my pants.
- I joined Bally's. I had my body fat tested and have been labeled "acceptable". I think that means I'm normal and am currently 4% away from the "lean" category.
During my consultation with the world's most adorable trainer I tried to explain to him that I have no idea what I'm doing. I used to have 14" biceps... I want to look like a lady. "GET IT DONE" came out of my mouth on a few occasions. Now I circuit train and eat six 230 calorie meals a day... how long will THIS last... It's hard to say... NOTE: I am not paying him to train me. They want $506 for sixteen sessions! I don't have a first born to put down as collateral and Jami Sunkel won't give me hers. I've been fortunate enough to charm some nutrition support out of them, and Jami knows the manager so he has been really great about giving us discounts and advice.
I work out with a co-worker who is the funniest, smartest, kindest lady I've ever met! LeErica!! Working out with her makes me think of lifting with Anna Dunham back in the day :) In fact, it's so much like working out with Anna that we have to bring a timer with us so we don't spend so much time talking. The hour between 4 and 5 pm is quickly becoming my favorite of the day.
- I miss my family, friends, Howder Street, HC T&F, and Winnie Dog but I will be home in April for the GINA Relays. I plan to throw javelin. I have a title to defend.
How well it will go... it's hard to say...
- GB2 ... God Bless and Go Buchhop! ( I heart Tim Tebow)
