On Dasher, On Dancer, On Lycra and Spandex...

I will not even lie about the fact that I am listening to Christmas music right now.
Half of you want to punch me....friends included.
25% of you don't care.
And the other 25% are secretly sneaking a Johnny Mathis hit on your ipod, but refuse to admit your love for the ol red and green and fetish for snow globes.  That's fine.
Personally, I show no shame.
I love Christmas time.  The music, the smells, the awkward family moments which may or may not lead to increased closet drinking or medication.....by God its the most wonderful time of the year you haters...

It was a great day in the gym, and began with a morning surprise gift from a client...

Avocado socks!
Love it.
She just returned from a trip to CA, and was so kind to think of me when she saw these....said they had obscene socks too.....I can only imagine.
Great way to start a Tuesday.

The rest of my day was spent pulling up my pants.
Literally.
I made the mistake of not trying on a pair of spandex before I bought them, and paid for it after 13 hours of constantly trying to prevent rocking a saggy-crotch.  Horrible, and yet my own fault.
I saw the brand, the low price, and then it was a moment of retail intoxication.
Good decisions are never made while intoxicated, retail or otherwise.  Stop kidding yourself.
And by 11am, I would have paid the extra $60 to have on pants that didn't travel south after a squat demo and a few push-ups.
I was annoyed and yet helpless at the same time.  I couldn't just get rid of my pants,...legally.
There I was,...stuck in spandex,...migrating crotch,...breaking a sweat pulling the god forsaken things up ALL. Day. Long.
Dear spandex pant makers, if you're going to cut the circulation off at my ankles, consider the fact that everything between my belly button and upper thighs want to join the fully-supported-and-borderline-suffocating party as well.
Thank you.

On that tight note, I am spent and need to get my mind right for another long day.
Back to my overpriced, but much more appreciated pants tomorrow...

Sometimes You Don't Want To Know...

Rainy, gross Monday.
I loved it.
Then again, I don't work outside or even step outside for about 13 hours, so I don't feel like I'm missing anything if there is a monsoon.  Not to say I didn't want to crawl into fetal position on any horizontal surface around 2pm,...perfect napping weather.
Thus, getting on the floor to demonstrate a core exercise was a tease Every. Single. Time.
Ugh...

It was a pretty standard Monday with a few clients back from traveling, surgery, etc...
At one point I look around and find myself outnumbered by teenage boys.  Don't get me wrong, I have a blast with my testosterone-laden adolescents,...however, there are times when I quickly realize a cluster of such is God's form of birth control.
Give me 30 minutes with a handful of them when they're in rare form, and I'll be on the phone scheduling a hysterectomy.
But their stories kill me, and honestly I am thoroughly entertained by it...especially when it comes to the ladies.
A little insight for the younger females,...sometimes they are literally not thinking anything.  Don't quiz them on it, just embrace it.  And when they are thinking, you may not really want to know what.
Keep moving.
Give them a few years and nice dose of reality away from mom, their fan club, and anything referred to as a "lucky" article of clothing that smells like the rearend of a farm animal before you even entertain the idea of naming your children.
Don't act like you never did it.  We all did. 
Looking back, the names were absolutely horrible.  Shocker, I was 12.  I was hardly capable of naming/raising a hamster.

Love my boys...


In other workout news, it absolutely made my day to hear a young woman say she feels so much better about herself and genuinely confident in who she is and where she's headed ever since she started working out.
That is awesome.
I think sometimes we forget that working through the physical struggle in any workout is merely a practice field if you will, for life.  And the more you "succeed", the more confident you become to face things once perceived as impossible.
Suddenly you approach life unapologetic for who you are, and boldly THRIVE amidst anything,...anything.
I was so proud of her for so many reasons, but to hear her claim her truth was the highlight of my day.

Ah, here we go...another day ahead.  Make it great.