The joys of waking early for your sweetie

Given the fact that Jim's tires on his Front Wheel Drive car are pretty much bald, and the 3-4 inches of snow that we got here in our neighborhood, we decided that he had two options. Call out - or get a ride from me down the hill in my AWD Subaru, the one that just got new tires.

I found myself clambering out of bed at 5AMish, (in spite of his strong inclination to call out) which resulted in... Jim to arrive at his place of employment pretty much on time. And I think maybe I should brush my teeth and hit the gym, instead of wasting the fact that I'm awake on going back to sleep. Just maybe. Tempting to go run in the snow because I've never done that, but I'm not sure that's my idea of an awesome morning? It might not go as easily as I'd wish. However, there's something very tempting about the adventure and the challenge. I just don't want to land on my ass somewhere on the sidewalk. That would suck. My other alternative is the treadmill. Or should I say, Dreadmill. Do I really want to hit the dreadmill? These are the hard questions I face. And I don't have much time to make up my mind.

I guess I will just go to the warm gym. It's smarter. And warmer.
Wait. Let me take this back. This is going to sound silly, but I let my hair dry last night so I could flat iron it today...
Crap. Maybe I will hit the gym AFTER work. Hm. This is too difficult. ;) I would apologize, but this is my journal, so no apologies are needed: for the goofy, early morning, stream of consciousness for the day.
Hell. I can flat iron it tomorrow.
At least there's one thing: my car is already cleared off for my commute in.
And another early morning notion: If I had an Airline company, I'd call it Angela Airlines.
I'm just saying.

-Angela

I have finally found a workout I suck at

Zumba. After my run at the gym this evening, because I decided to go back to sleep after all that babbling online... I saw the Zumba class was just starting. I thought, "hm. I've always wondered." Let me tell you, folks. If you wanted to laugh, I mean - really hard, you should have seen me, post run, in my running gear, trying (TRYING) out a Zumba class. Oh, my.

I felt bad for the people around me because of my perfume: Post runner's perfume. You know, Stench. But I have to say, that wasn't that strong. I have to say, my performance on the floor was pretty hilarious. But if you can't laugh at yourself doing authority experiments, and trying new things, then what CAN you laugh at? I mean really.

This was the experience I probably will not forget. I have an online friend in a weight loss forum I am a part of (she is from Malta) and she LOVES, loves, loves - Zumba. So I thought, "this one is for Bella." Well, Bella - if you could only have seen me.

I am not sure if this is my first and last class or not. But I have to hand it to myself, "GOOD JOB, Angela, for not walking out the door at the 30 minute mark." How do people MOVE that way? I suddenly wished I had Matt there to help me figure out how to work these hips. He is a master. I also couldn't help but imagine that Russian Anna would have been a dancing queen. Her and I are a lot alike in deeper personality ways, but yeeesh, I can see her rockin' the Zumba floor... while I was being mopped up on the Zumba floor. Not because I am not fit enough - no, more because I'm just not a rockstar dancer. But let's face it. I can't be princess awesome at everything, jeah? ;)

And I suppose since I have limited "dance" experience, that I didn't do half bad.
It was at least better than curling up in bed... it had to have expended SOME energy. Also didn't help that dancing isn't so great in running shoes, and that my orthodics were feeling funky, and that my blister started screaming at me. But you know, Ангелkа is not deterred by these things. I put my all into everything, even when I'm totally bombing it. And I have to say, I'm glad I have a chiropractic appointment tomorrow.

So there you have it folks. Ангелka, and Zumba.

-Angela