Hadouken

I didn't realize it, but that last post was actually made on my one year blogiversary for this blog. I feel like I should be doing a giveaway or something, but I have nothing to give away. Lemme think on that one. I think I'm nearing 200 posts too, so maybe I'll combine things and do something really special.

Or maybe I'll just forget again, who knows.

Anyway.

Last night I taught my sixth to last (is there a word for that?) strength class. I didn't realize until I got home that I have only 5 more strength classes to teach at Executive.

So that's sad. I was shocked that I had 10 people show up last night too...it was in the high 70s, which is seriously unusual for this time of year. Honestly, if I hadn't been teaching, I wouldn't have showed up. It meant a lot that everyone showed up for my class anyway though.

As I was planning the class, I had a little stroke of giggle and decided that we needed to Hadouken.

Because forward lunges are boring and if you put weights in your hands while you push your arms forward like that, it's harder.

Guess what?

Literally no one got the reference. Not one single person.

Seriously guys, am I the only one who lived through the 90s??

At least one of the women indulged me though and yelled "HADOUKEN" when we did the move anyway. I appreciated that. Sigh.

Other than that, it was the standard class with arms/legs/combo then abs. Blah blah blah.

Tonight is spin and this nice weather is making me want to drag the bikes out to the parking lot to spin out there. I could just turn up the stereo on my car and yell...that'd totally work, right?

Source

See, I'm not the only one.

I'll post the ride and playlist later.

Also, my back still hurts. Seriously. When did I turn 90??? I have discovered, though, that I hunch over a lot at work, which may be a source of aggravation to it. So today I'm focusing on sitting at my desk like this guy:

Who knew the gangsta lean could be good for healing your lower back? Go figure.

The bathroom is more or less done as well. Still no mirror, but that'll happen tomorrow night or Friday night I think. This weekend I get to learn the fine art of siding replacement. So excited, you guys. So excited.

Bathroom proof:

Like I said, no mirror. It's an exercise in marital trust - we have to validate that neither person is walking around with junk in their teeth or crazy eyebrows or anything. Thus far, I'm winning...hubs thinks it's a riot to let me walk around with my hair looking like a rooster.

Ok, if I really looked like this walking out the door, I wouldn't stop me either. Rawr.