Friday, January 28, 2011

Gym Jam

One of my addictions is working out, and in working out I attend quite a few group exercise classes a week (I’ll refer to this as GroupEx).  My favorite GroupEx classes are in order:
1 – Body Combat (mixed martial arts cardio to awesome music)
2 – RPM – an intense spin class (via resistance bike) with the most bang for your buck calorie wise.  Total sweat fest, by the end you’re just dripping its ridiculous.
3 – Body Flow – tai chi, yoga, Pilates, for those days when I’m feeling a little sore I focus on flexibility to still keep my muscles warm
4 – Body Pump – a strength endurance class using the barbell that incorporates every major muscle group within one hour.

Friday I attended my usual RPM and as luck would have it the eye candy that also attends sat in front of me.  Had a nice view watching Mr. Fit and toned with a slight edge of bad boy (tattoooooosssss *dies*) thrown in the mix through the class.
My buddy and I looked at each other because it’s sort of a thing to check out this dude in the classes and giggle like a couple girls later.  He’s done every class I’ve done, and obviously we have that in common, ahem.
It was like the heavens were looking down on me, and gave me a slow wink.
Aside from the new release being just brutal… this was an awesome cherry on top of my usual workout regime.
Thank you Universe!

Wednesday, January 26, 2011

Loveless

No more.
I just woke up one day and said no more of this.
No more pleasing everyone with what they want to hear, smiling all the time when I feel like shit, lying about my current mindset with perky dimple filled smile replies.
No more feeling guilty for wanting to be HAPPY.
As a compassionate person by nature I have a hard time with the guilt it inflicts. 
Knowing the things I’ll have to sacrifice and reflecting in turn without shame what I have sacrificed for everyone’s happiness but my own.
I don’t promise to always be happy, this is probably going to be MY dumping ground for angst, shit and the like, but I promise thoughtful insight, possibility of intense drama, and reflections on my addiction to working out (crack-erobics?)
Comment away, and chances are if I like you/your comment/your face/your profile pic, etc. I’ll in turn befriend and comment alike.

I will also accept bribes in forms of chocolate, cheddar cheese, and payments on my mortgage.