WAD update

I thought I'd mention here that I went to a WAD (West African Dance) class tonight and it was very enjoyable. We did a dance that I had done before in an Old Town School level 1 class. It's a slower song that is a "seduction" dance. There is a greater focus on the slighter, more isolated movements in the torso, and less in footwork and faster, more enthusaistic movements. It was good for me because I felt like I was able to focus more on dancing with the intention of it being a seduction dance (you know, trying to look pretty and graceful and whatnot) than trying to get all the moves. I also felt like I had a different idea of what the dance should look like, compared to some of the other dancers. It wasn't about, to me, being as enthusiastic as possible. There was something more than blatant exuberance to try express and convey. So this was fun and challenging in a new way.

Btw, I love WAD.

Uh...Do I still have this blog?

I can't even remember what color I left it.

Next month I'll be starting a marathon training program for the Rome Marathon in March and I would like to get back into the habit of writing about my runs. Trying to keep up with this summer's activities was just too much...

But the summer basically boiled down to this:

(This post is about me reconciling with universe who is watching and listening and is holding me accountable for whatever it is I say I'm going to do.)

Sundays: work, sometimes bikram, triathlons/road races
Monday: sometimes run, sometimes bike, work
Tuesday: sometimes run/bike, work, West African Dance
Wednesday: like Monday
Thursday: like Monday and Wednesday
Friday: swim in the lake with Eric, drink Vodka lemonades that beachtro after swimming....awesome
Saturday: long runs/bike


Batavia Sprint Triathlon: Awesome. Good chance I'll do it again next year

Springfield Tri, Sprint: Swimming in Lake Springfield sucks. I probably won't do it again

10K Proud to Run: Not bad. Let's face it, I"ll do it again, it's a tradition among my friends.

Muddy Buddy: It f*cking poured the night before and that morning. If Eric and I hadn't been sleeping in my tent, I'm not sure we would have made it there. I took a pretty bad fall down a hill. I had to carry the bike a good half of my biking legs. It would have been very cool had a group of our friends did it, but with just the two of us it was kind of goofy. Why was I carrying this heavy mud-caked bike?

Pleasant Prairie Triathlon, International Distance: Again, it poured until 15 minutes before the race was suppose to start. They delayed the start....and then everything was great! The water temp: awesome. Bike course: very nice. Run: Okay, so Eric had major complaints about the back and forthness of the run route, but it didn't bother me that much. I would consider doing it again, though I may just want to check out a different tri. Maybe shoot for a 70.3???? Depends on my schedule, time, and how crazy I'm feeling.

Chicago Half Marathon: IT SUCKED. I went to the Hideout Block Party the two days prior. I drank beer. I danced on asphalt. I stood on my feet, in the sun, til late at night.... My feet hurt before I even started running. It was f*cking hot. AFter 5 miles I was ready to be down. AFter 9 I didn't care. But there were 4.1 miles left. Ugh. It made me hate running. Nevernevernever go to a block party the days before a race.

Lately, I've been taking it easy with the tri-sports. Lots of WAD, increasing amounts of bikram........

And that's all I'm saying right now. I'm not editing this. I'm not looking it over. Grammar-spelling-flow-phraseology-snobs can deal with it. Matt. I just need to make peace with this silly blog so that when the weather starts to be unpleasant, I can write about running in it. That, my dears, is a good time had by all.

ha.