Sunday night
I watched three hours of capoeira this afternoon, and now I want to try it. It just looks like so much fun, with the music and singing and dancing and acrobatics.....and simulated head-kicking. I'm at the point in the season where I feel boxed in by the rigidity of training. Everything is supposed to be a certain way, and I can't really bust out anymore.
I need to go dancing. Real. Partner. Dancing. With a real partner, because it's not like I actually know any real dances except merengue; I just follow really well.
On a side note: it makes me very happy that I can make four dozen cookies from scratch in the time it would take me to walk to the supermarket and buy some. They taste a lot better, and cost substantially less, too. I am going to be fat if ever I stop being active. But, for now, I'm back at the gym five days a week, and eating all the cookies I want.
I need to go dancing. Real. Partner. Dancing. With a real partner, because it's not like I actually know any real dances except merengue; I just follow really well.
On a side note: it makes me very happy that I can make four dozen cookies from scratch in the time it would take me to walk to the supermarket and buy some. They taste a lot better, and cost substantially less, too. I am going to be fat if ever I stop being active. But, for now, I'm back at the gym five days a week, and eating all the cookies I want.