Drum fingers.
Chew gum.
So I decided to sit here and journal on my palm pilot. Let me assure you that the people on the Non-Pussies WebRing (who pride themselves on journaling in a text editor) have no idea what real pain is until they've tried to code HTML with a stylus using the graffiti handwriting recognition software. Woo haa.
Tonight I have parent teacher conferences, and I am dreading them as always. I never seem to be able to get across to Kirstin's teachers that we aren't the enemy. We (Bill, Kathy, and I) really are very invested in Kirstin's education, and are trying our darnedest to help her succeed. Teachers always seem to think that the parents don't know the first thing about how to work with their own child.
Well excuse me, Mrs. So-and-So, but I have known and worked with my child for 7 years longer than you have. If I didn't know how to get her to learn things, she'd still be in diapers and babytalking. Grrr.
Momma-bear hungry for teacher-blood. Mmmmm.
Last night at Tae Kwon Do we had the workout from hell. I feel like I was run over by a truck. When Master Kim came in, we were all already working forms together, so he instructed us to start running forms formally. So we did. That part wasn't too bad, just a little sweaty, and requiring lots of concentration.
Then we did palgwe chun pubs, 10 on each side, for a total of 160, for those of you who want the math, jumping up and down in between. Then we did 20 double front kicks, 20 spinning side kicks, 20 half spinning side kicks, 20 double roundkicks. Still jumping up and down. I think that was all. It's quite a cardiac workout, and really sweats it out of you. After that I'm not the only one making a beeline for the drinking fountain.
After that we did free-sparring, which is hard work too, and sucks when you're tired. When class was over, for the first time in a long time, no one wanted to stay after and play. Forest and I went home as quickly as we could, and were asleep before I can remember getting in bed. This morning we're both still sore, and I have the headache from hell, probably from dehydration.
I feel incredibly overweight, which doesn't help matters. I am exaggerating. It isn't that bad. I fit into all my clothes just fine. I just am not as toned as I'm used to being, and that bothers me. I would have thought all this cardio workout stuff that I'm doing would be having some effect by now. I know this sounds lame, but really it's not as easy as it was when I was 17. I used to be able to lay around all summer if I wanted, have a rough couple of weeks coming back in the fall, but then feel like I was in good shape. I just can't do that anymore. It's been a couple of months, and I don't feel it at all.
I guess I need to start with weights again. I really hate weightlifting.
Or maybe if I had the energy in the mornings to do Yoga every day that would help. Right now I only get to do it on weekends, and that might not be enough.
I'm also cutting a lot of the crap out of my diet. I was unable to start fasting like I wanted to on Ash Wednesday because I had a bunch of travelling to do, and it just wasn't feasible.
Okay. It's back to work. People are looking at me funny. Ick. Grownup-nitude strikes again.
