Boot camp and beyond


I take it back.
23 November 2006 (Thursday), 11:00 pm
Filed under: Boot camp log, Dancing, NaBloPoMo

” it is not my butt that hurts, nor my arms or upper back. No, it is my calves.”  I retract that statement.  Parts of my body that were sorer than sore as soon as I woke up this morning, and even more so after the very upper body weight lifting-intensive hour of stability ball boot campery:   my butt, my arms, my upper back, my shoulders (raising my arms above my head = excruciating), my calves, my thighs.  My abs are not too bad, but I’m pretty sure by tomorrow morning they’ll be sore.

Tonight was the last session of the intermediate/advanced swing dance class.   My aching muscles are thankful that it was less strenuous and more feeling-the-musicy.  First we did some walking across the floor paying attention to stretching, then sinking into the hip of the leg that had just stepped (forward, backward, and then with a pivoting rock step triple step).  Then we did a lot of playing around in closed, followed by a pattern of three swing outs, one circle, four bars of 6-count stuff (like tuck turn, change of place, inside or outside turn, possibly with the lead turning), then 8 counts of just hanging out and playing with the music.

I need to work more on a) connecting with the floor, b) connecting more with the lead’s hand on my back by sinking back like I’m sitting on the edge of a barstool, and c) enjoying the dancing more instead of worrying about how well I’m following.  Not so shockingly, it’s easier to follow well when I stop worrying about it.  Leo emphasized that it’s about the journey, not the destination.  At least until the next class series in January, focussed on moves and repertory; that class will apparently be all about the destination.

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Falling off wagons
17 November 2006 (Friday), 10:31 pm
Filed under: Dancing, Flossing, Food, NaBloPoMo

1. I didn’t floss last night, because I slept in the den to avoid contaminating Mounir with my disgusting cold (my idea, not his) and therefore didn’t have to go past the floss on my way to bed. I’m sleeping in the den again tonight but will get back on that daily flossing horse.

2. My exercise today consisted of pumping water through a filter Mounir got when he was in Africa nearly a decade ago, because boiling the really gross water that is coming out of our taps doesn’t make it any less cloudy. I thought about doing crunches, and decided that the return to boot camp on Monday is close enough for jazz. Establishing a habit where I exercise even when sick enough that I stayed home from work and slept all day = not on.

3. I really miss cheese, and there’s some asiago in our fridge that is calling my name. I’m resisting its siren call and not falling off the detox diet, but it’s only today I started missing verboten foods. Oh, I’m also craving Jaffa Cakes, which I haven’t eaten in about two years. This evening I didn’t take the Laxaherb portion of the detox pills, because either that or the water is causing issues.

To offset all that whininess and failure, the following YouTube videos from the 2006 Ultimate Lindy Hop Showdown make me happy and make me want to be a better dancer:



Not likely to be of interest to non-dancers
9 November 2006 (Thursday), 11:24 pm
Filed under: Dancing, NaBloPoMo, Outside boot camp log

Last week’s class was about holds and how those can add interest and variety on the social dance floor. I should have written down the main patterns we tried, because I’ve forgotten them all. Thus I’m recording this for myself. At tonight’s class we were working on rhythm.

Zap ba badidah za za zapidah

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Planning and research
7 November 2006 (Tuesday), 11:24 pm
Filed under: Dancing, NaBloPoMo, Travel

In just over a month we’re hading to the Philippines for two weeks of lying on the beach, diving, and getting away from the Vancouver cold/rain/gloom. Look at this list of top activities on Boracay Island. I plan to experience all of them with the possible exception of parasailing. I can’t wait.

The timing of the trip, plus a conference in Chicago Mounir’s attending is making it hard to schedule dance classes so that we don’t look like dweebs at the wedding in February. Jungle Swing has a beginner’s class starting next Monday, but Mounir continues to be resistant to Lindy Hop. He’s also vetoed tango and salsa, but ballroom’s okay. John Howardson dance group classes conflict with my swing class, but the wedding package might be an option. The Crystal Ballroom has a special right now for beginners ($45 for 8 classes, which is an especially good deal if, as the fine print seems to indicate, you can use them whenever works for your schedule); they also have wedding packages. From the schedule it looks like we’d be able to attend two of the three weekly beginners classes between now and our departure for the other side of the Pacific.

Today was my day of rest for the week exercise-wise, as planned. I wasn’t entirely sedentary: at lunch between meetings I (by necessity because it was the closest place with proteiny non-wheaty or dairy options and I only had 20 minutes) speed walked about 10 blocks (round trip) to get some sushi. Tomorrow I’m climbing after work. Thursday there’s more dancing. Excitement.



“It’s all muscle memory and motivation from here on out”
2 November 2006 (Thursday), 9:57 pm
Filed under: Dancing, NaBloPoMo, Outside boot camp log

The male host of Dancing with the Stars said something like that in the few minutes I caught of it earlier in the week. He might have said chutzpah not motivation, or popularity, or something like that. But it’s motivation (and publishing my silly goals on the internet) and muscle memory that will keep me going.

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I miss dancing.
20 October 2006 (Friday), 2:23 pm
Filed under: Dancing

This excellent (probably staged) video of someone stopped for DUIing reminds me I need to sign up for another workshop or class or something.  I won’t attend under the influence, either.



Tangentially related to fitness
7 September 2006 (Thursday), 9:28 pm
Filed under: Dancing, Injury

As we were getting ready for work this morning I asked Mounir if he was into taking a dance class together, once my foot is up to it but before our wedding.

“What do you think?” he parried.

“I think yes.”

“I think no.”

“So we’re going to dance like dweebs for our first dance?” I asked.

“No, you’ll dance like a dweeb; I’ll be doing the Running Man.” Continue reading