Saturday night, I went out to dinner with Amy and Chelsea. Somehow, during the course of the evening, the topic of exercise came up. While Chelsea has always been more of the active type (with the hiking and biking and triathalons and what-not)… Amy and I, weeellll…. we like our couches. A lot.
I’ve been seeing Laurent off and on since the summer, but really? I think it’s f’in torture. I whine and pout and sulk through the entire hour I spend with him. I take an excessive quantity of water breaks and SOMETIMES, I even sit down in protest!
I’m not a fan of the gym.
Neither, apparently, is Amy.
Now, hypocritical me, who HATES her methods of exercise, told Amy that she just needs to find something she loves to do, and then she’ll WANT to exercise.
It’s a theory that makes sense, right? One I myself ought to consider more seriously, maybe? I HATE my workouts (well, strongly dislike), therefore, I should be looking for something I love to do, right?
So, I’m sitting on the couch watching Sasha Cohen do her exhibition routine this afternoon and noticing that she can throw her leg up so high in an arabesque that it becomes perpendicular to the ice. Holy shit.
Then, I start having flashbacks to all the ballet and ice skating lessons I took as a kid.
Actually? The ice skating lessons were when I was 15. I dropped out.
Sidestory: There is nothing more embarassing than a 15-year old, competing at the ALPHA (read: SUPER BEGINNER) LEVEL, surrounded by six-year-olds doing sit-spins, who can’t skate a straight line because her knees are shaking. Perhaps you might be thinking that the aforementioned scenario is not that embarassing. Well, add to it the fact I won the gold medal for my ‘performance’.
I wobbled and shook and stumbled my way through the easiest level of competition and I won a GOLD MEDAL.
Wanna know why?
BECAUSE NO ONE ELSE OVER THE AGE OF *8* WAS COMPETING ON MY LEVEL!
Default, baby, I won by *DEFAULT.*
ANYWAY, so I’m watching Sasha and having flashbacks and GENIUS strikes me!
(ADULT classes of course…no need to relive my humiliation)
Exercise I would LOVE!
But THEN, I started thinking again (uh oh, right?).
Just taking ice skating lessons would NEVER make me bendy like Sasha, and I want to be bendy. Bendy is good.
How can vibey get bendy?
One day a week I’ll take Ballet (which, when done right, is FABULOUS strength training using your own body weight and gravity as resistance), one day I’ll SKATE, and ONE day, I will endure the torture that is Laurent (althought I love him dearly, he tortures me).
Now, if I can just figure out how to PAY for this geniusly $$$$ plan, I’ll be golden
Meanwhile, I will continue to sit on my mostly-lazy ass and knit
THE FIRST FO OF 2006!!!
MINI RINGEL SOCKS!
You never really know how much something means to you until you lose it. Seriously, I have been LOST without a digital camera. It is only thanks to Holly that I can share my sockies with you. AND! My *favorite* part about them?
They are *nearly* identical! I LOVE!
Of course, I was only able to last so long without a camera. So, since Friday was PAYDAY, I decided to suck it up and fork over some cash for a NEW CAMERA! WOOOHOOO!!!! (my checkbook doesn’t share my excitement, but we will disregard.) I bought the camera *just* in time to share with you…
TOE-UP JAYWALKER 1!!
I am knitting the smaller-size jaywalkers on 2 circs (size US1) using some of my Rhinebeck SOCKS THAT ROCK (of course!)! The colorway is Pebble Beach and I ADORE IT! I even know the EXACT outfit I am going to wear with them when they are finished (because matching my outfits to my handknit socks is apparently something I do now)!!
I’m sooo addicted!
Must. Knit. Sock.
Happy Monday, y’all.