No writing or editing but lots of movement
GYM: Short, because I had a very small window of time in which to get ready for work before I had to leave for the dance class. Frustratingly today was the day when the gym was mysteriously quiet, and I could have done a whole tonne of shit, but I limited myself to the machines/equipment I don't usually get to access on a work week (pulley barbells, lat pulldowns, also had another crack at the biceps-extender), plus running & spinning (realised, earlier this week, that I can read a book on my phone while spinner cycling, thus alleviating any potential boredom). No planking because Lindsay is ill and couldn't come with to time me; no press-ups because, er, I forgot. Quest raspberry/white chocolate bars get an enthusiastic thumbs up.
DANCE: Forgot my trainers, had to do it in bare feet, which worked out fine. To begin with it was awful; I am not well-coordinated and I have to think about rhythm. Towards the end, once I'd sort of internalised the steps and the routine was being built up, and I'd stopped worrying about what my arms were doing or whether I was carrying the damn thing off with any grace (nope, I am a potato and a thug, and that is how I dance) it got a bit easier and I managed to do things in time. Bit annoyed that there was a section on partner Charleston as one of the reasons I want to learn it is that for the most part it is a solo dance and I HATE dancing with people and I REALLY HATE TOUCHING PEOPLE FOR ANY REASON WHATSOEVER; however, it involves minimal touching and of all the people I could have been forced to dance with, Ruthi (and the dance instructor when Ruthi went to the loo for a bit) was definitely THE LEAST OBJECTIONABLE (I know this sounds like damning with faint praise, it's more just: I don't like dancing WITH people. I hate touching people, I hate touching people's arms and hands especially).
Anyway I enjoyed it and would like to sign up for the four-week thing but the world continues to be terrifying and I have to keep emailing my MP and everything is fucking awful. GYM. GYM AND DANCE AND... NOT THIS.
[I must see if there are tickets left for the Pulp Night On Ice so that Sam and I can go to that].
DANCE: Forgot my trainers, had to do it in bare feet, which worked out fine. To begin with it was awful; I am not well-coordinated and I have to think about rhythm. Towards the end, once I'd sort of internalised the steps and the routine was being built up, and I'd stopped worrying about what my arms were doing or whether I was carrying the damn thing off with any grace (nope, I am a potato and a thug, and that is how I dance) it got a bit easier and I managed to do things in time. Bit annoyed that there was a section on partner Charleston as one of the reasons I want to learn it is that for the most part it is a solo dance and I HATE dancing with people and I REALLY HATE TOUCHING PEOPLE FOR ANY REASON WHATSOEVER; however, it involves minimal touching and of all the people I could have been forced to dance with, Ruthi (and the dance instructor when Ruthi went to the loo for a bit) was definitely THE LEAST OBJECTIONABLE (I know this sounds like damning with faint praise, it's more just: I don't like dancing WITH people. I hate touching people, I hate touching people's arms and hands especially).
Anyway I enjoyed it and would like to sign up for the four-week thing but the world continues to be terrifying and I have to keep emailing my MP and everything is fucking awful. GYM. GYM AND DANCE AND... NOT THIS.
[I must see if there are tickets left for the Pulp Night On Ice so that Sam and I can go to that].