Its amazing how much space a 4' tree seems to take up in a studio apartment. I almost opted for a branch and one silver ball. I feel you Charlie Brown, I feel you.
I do have this horrible feeling though that when I return from the gym Oscar will be trying to digest an ornament and pooping glitter like a fairy.
82% chance.
What a solid weekend.
I went to my first Broadway production Saturday night and have to say it was nothing short of phenomenal. It was definitely a NY highlight and left me very aware of my inability to remotely carry a tune.
I can't.
I deserve to have my larynx removed and the theatre would literally clear out from pure fear of more to come.
So thankfully I was not a part of the cast of Les Miserables, and wow what an unbelievable show. Dinner, show, post-show coffee,...awesome night in the Big Apple.
Training is going well, very well.
Of course I am meeting some amazing people, and grateful for the opportunity to impact more lives outside the NC borders. And the ridiculous comments that come immediately following a tough set or hard cardio interval are pretty much as brash as in the south...and actually, a little more colorful.
I was compared to Satan the other day.
Followed by a smile.
That was interesting.
Speaking of training,...here we go...
Its been a beautiful struggle the last few weeks in my own training. Not as much of a mental/focus issue, but more about assessing where I am and where I want to go. I've spent the last few years navigating some rough waters with work load, divorce, relocation, and sheer exhaustion from the gravity of it all. Yes, my training kept me sane, but it lacked a clear, definitive goal outside of not dropping a weight on my face or making myself bleed on the treadmill.
It simply was not the time to add another thing on my plate that required such a high level of dedication and focus.
But here I am.
Stronger. Wiser. And now open to the possibility of a long term goal to give my training specific direction. Well, life is funny sometimes and timing is everything...
As I entertained these thoughts and pinpointing what that goal looks like, I was approached by someone near and dear to me who asked me to compete in a show with him next August.
There was no question.
It was an internal YES,...so we're headed back to the stage.
I am absolutely thrilled, but it will be different. I'm shifting from Figure to Bikini for this show, and going through a Natural federation. All new and exciting things, and excited to share the experience with someone I admire and who can absolutely call forth my best in my most exhausted and potentially doubtful moments.
Thank God for those people.
So that's the news on this end. Meanwhile I'll keeping sucking down this coffee and start preparing for the next 9 months.
Its like I'm having a baby.
Minus the lactating and randos touching my belly. Side note: that's just weird. I don't know you. You don't know my fetus. Why are you caressing my growing uterus?
I'll stop there.
82% chance.
What a solid weekend.
I went to my first Broadway production Saturday night and have to say it was nothing short of phenomenal. It was definitely a NY highlight and left me very aware of my inability to remotely carry a tune.
I can't.
I deserve to have my larynx removed and the theatre would literally clear out from pure fear of more to come.
So thankfully I was not a part of the cast of Les Miserables, and wow what an unbelievable show. Dinner, show, post-show coffee,...awesome night in the Big Apple.
Training is going well, very well.
Of course I am meeting some amazing people, and grateful for the opportunity to impact more lives outside the NC borders. And the ridiculous comments that come immediately following a tough set or hard cardio interval are pretty much as brash as in the south...and actually, a little more colorful.
I was compared to Satan the other day.
Followed by a smile.
That was interesting.
Speaking of training,...here we go...
Its been a beautiful struggle the last few weeks in my own training. Not as much of a mental/focus issue, but more about assessing where I am and where I want to go. I've spent the last few years navigating some rough waters with work load, divorce, relocation, and sheer exhaustion from the gravity of it all. Yes, my training kept me sane, but it lacked a clear, definitive goal outside of not dropping a weight on my face or making myself bleed on the treadmill.
It simply was not the time to add another thing on my plate that required such a high level of dedication and focus.
But here I am.
Stronger. Wiser. And now open to the possibility of a long term goal to give my training specific direction. Well, life is funny sometimes and timing is everything...
As I entertained these thoughts and pinpointing what that goal looks like, I was approached by someone near and dear to me who asked me to compete in a show with him next August.
There was no question.
It was an internal YES,...so we're headed back to the stage.
I am absolutely thrilled, but it will be different. I'm shifting from Figure to Bikini for this show, and going through a Natural federation. All new and exciting things, and excited to share the experience with someone I admire and who can absolutely call forth my best in my most exhausted and potentially doubtful moments.
Thank God for those people.
So that's the news on this end. Meanwhile I'll keeping sucking down this coffee and start preparing for the next 9 months.
Its like I'm having a baby.
Minus the lactating and randos touching my belly. Side note: that's just weird. I don't know you. You don't know my fetus. Why are you caressing my growing uterus?
I'll stop there.
