Day 8

Today is a great day.  I had a nice encounter with a good ol fashion crazy that justifies why I love NYC so much.  Today we had a sub in Zumba.  At first I was skeptical because this woman looked a little rough around the edges.  She had bright crazy red hair.  She was wearing these fitted, pocketed, parachute pants.  She was a little beefy.  So the first thing she says before she starts is ”Everyone, I have a meter going outside and I can’t afford another ticket, so we have to be out of here in 50 minutes.”  I’m thinking “oh dear Jesus, this is gonna be a waste.”  The fear doesn’t stop there.  Then we do our warm up, which is good, but when the music changes she tells everyone some instructions for the next set but she’s totally out of breath and her speech is slurred.  So she goes to the back of the room and turns down the regular lights and up the club lights and we start into one of the most intense workouts I’ve had in a long time.  This woman was an animal.  She would scream, “I lost 40 Pounds doing this…SHAKE IT!”  So I shook it and I shook it hard.  I’m sort of addicted to people like this:  out of control, a bit off their rocker, and a little broken but absolutely Fabulous.  Women like her are what make NYC one of the best places to live.  This city welcomes crazy.  If fact, the crazier you are, the more you’re loved. 

I am slowly starting to really appreciate working out.  I am not in love but the relationship is building.  I’m still tracking what I eat and I will continue to do that tomorrow.  I will also prepare a couple of meals for the week because that was very helpful to me last week.  Tomorrow I will also kick some tail in kickboxing.

TTFN

Quote of the Day:

“Men often become what they believe themselves to be. If I believe I cannot do something, it makes me incapable of doing it. But when I believe I can, then I acquire the ability to do it even if I didn't have it in the beginning”


-Gandhi