nameless beached whale

still haven't nailed down the perfect name for a new blog yet, so i'm still here, for now, but keeping things shallow. (will try, anyway..)  like a beached whale.



back to the gym, first time at body pump class in several weeks.  set up my step w/risers & mat, barbell and lots of different sized weights, in the front row.  there are some places, like the gym, where i love being in the front  row and will come early to get a good spot, and then there are other places where you could not find me dead in the front row.    anyway so I enjoy my class. the whole music & movement thing kicks in and i'm flooded with adrenalin and therapy for all my emotional ills.  gives me my thought for the day:

i think working out brings out the testosterone in me.  perhaps that's too strong of a word.  perhaps left-brain thinking is more like it.  what i mean is, i come out of the class feeling great, and my thinking is in a better place, more logical, more able to compartmentalize my thoughts and be thankful for my life, the way that it is.  (i think sometimes i should've been born a guy, just forget all this emotional junk i go through, it's so....girl-ish.  don't need it.)   so i sought my higher power of google and found this, from thefreedictionary.com,  a definition of
  right-brain: of or relating to a person whose behavior is dominated by emotion, creativity, intuition, nonverbal communication (bingo! that's me!!!!) and global reasoning rather than logic and analysis. (not me)

  So, after this great testosterone-raising, left-brain stimulating hour of pumping the irons, I came up with this logical, analytical conclusion:  It was wise of me to make a choice that led to the life I am enjoying today.  I am in a place where I am able to be a mom of 2 great kids, a part-time gym rat, a part-time barista to make a little extra cash, and a part-time artist who now has a good chunk of alone-time each week to express oneself in writing, art, music, dance, home decor, and other creative pursuits.  I am thankful for these things.  I will also say, while in this pumped-up testosterone state, that romantic, mushy love is highly overrated.  A person does not NEED that to get through life.  Loving God and one's family and other people in general, the agape and phileo loves, those are the most important.  the other stuff stinks, quite bluntly.  and i'll keep going to this body pump class to reinforce that idea in my head,  until i look like a gorilla, if i have to.  keep my life in its boxes.



one last thing... in the last track of our work-out, we're doing overhead presses and after 55 minutes of this class our arms are really starting to give out, ready to drop the weights with a crash...when our wonderful instructor Lisa yells out, "think of how awesome you'll look on that vacation!!!!"  ...and this reminder gives me that extra oomph i need to get me through those last few reps.

ahhh, yes, did i mention we might be going someplace warm for a vacation sometime soon?

oh but look at the time, gotta go...

adios!!!