melancholy pancakes & muay thai mayhem

pancakes for lunch today. just because. with black coffee.

mood-meter for today: melancholy. not going-off-the-rails-on-this-crazy-train depressed like i was a few days ago, just sad. melancholy. thoughtful. my shark tooth necklace has a "mood bead" on it, its color is blue today. Pandora seems to recognize my mood, is playing all my favorite melancholy songs, like "Come Away" by Jesus Culture & "Zombie" by the Cranberries.

but as always, on thursdays i like to share what i learned in my body combat class, so here goes:

first of all, "Mr. Bob" has an online presence on facebook, just look up "pumpdiva". yes, you read that right: pump, as in body pump class, and diva, as in a queen-like persona. nuff said.so if we "friend" him, we become part of his Mad Cary Mom club online. can give him requests for favorite body combat tracks we wannna do next time. he says "welcome to the jungle, we've got fun and games.."

so let the fun and games begin. did a variety of oldie-but-goodie tracks today, lots of requests. one of my favorites was this all-kicking sequence done to Alesha Dixon's "I need a drummer boy". cute song. here's a link to the very same kicking choreography we did in class this morning, and, in case you're counting, that's 222 kicks!!!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2nLCz6UHhNo&feature=youtube_gdata_player

while we're doing this, Mr. Bob yells, "any drama boys out there?...yeah, i know the words are drummer boy, but i'm always the drama boy in my house!" i can imagine...

i loved the muay thai track. the song was this horribly delicious assault of pure thrashing mayhem, 3 minutes of the least-musical, least-lyrical noise i have ever heard, and played at painful decibels that matched the intensity of the work-out. also covered up our yells on the jumping strikes. for a second i'd remembered the name of one of the strikes and was so proud to be able to share it with you, but alas, there goes my ADD brain again, forgot it again. oh well. one was a vertical knee strike, plugged in-between a bunch of elbow strikes. LOTS of elbow strikes. he explained that a proper elbow strike will start at the top corner of the head and crack the skull, move down diagonally and break the nose, shatter the cheekbone and throw out a few teeth. And who says this stuff is too aggressive???? I loved it when he added the jumps and yells to our strikes, seeing the air beneath us as we leaped a foot off the ground, "hhhyyyyyyyaaaaahhh!!"

So. Much. Fun.

afterwards, as i try to compose myself and return to the room where the Body Flow class has already begun, I take my place on my mat and breathe in the "zen" of the dimly lit studio, flowing movements and monastery-like music. hmmm, a monastery. that's where i need to be. my inspiration for the day. if i could only be a nun. spend my days in a monastery, living in silent isolation much of my days, except for interacting with the world as a missionary. but forget the black and white "hobbit" thingy they wear or whatever, i couldn't wear that. too cumbersome. just like i could never wear those bathrobe-like martial arts robes. sorry. it's just not me. to live like mother teresa. sure, i know that no "works" i do on earth will ever pay for what Jesus did on the cross for me, I know that. but at least it might bring less judgement upon me from the world, if they see that my departure from ordinary life is for a noble cause..... just crazy thoughts. it's all i've got right now.

 

 

 

 

 

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