Monday

As it turns out, it's hard to blog and work.

Especially when your sick.

Even ignoring the blog, I've been failing at life lately:

This morning, I got up super early to go to the gym. I stumbled out of bed, threw my clothes on, then ran around getting everything I would need and stuffing it into my gym bag.

I had a great workout and a really perfect shower (the water was just the right temperature and my muscles got all relaxed and it was just absolutely excellent), and then, as I was opened my locker, I realized that I'd forgotten half my clothes at home. Oops.

(Needless to say, I was a little bit late for work.)

This weekend was excellent and I made the most perfect halloween costume, and maybe tomorrow I'll actually upload all the pictures. I sewed ten yards of tulle. I was very fluffy. It was fantastic.

Now, though, I'm going to bed.

Sweet dreams, internet!

When I was six, my parents hired a nanny to take care of my sister and me. Missy was awesome, aside from the fact that her car used to break down all the time, so we would have to walk home from school instead of getting a ride. (When you are six, this is a very big deal. Walking home is, like, the worst thing ever.) She used to do all sorts of projects with us that never turned out quite right, but, instead of these disasters being disappointments, they always felt like a fun sort of adventure. In addition, Missy was from Texas, and she was a Republican. She taught our little hippy Cambridge hearts about diversity. She also taught us about Buns of Steel.
My sister and I used to love doing Buns of Steel. We used to come home, eat our little hippy snack of apples and organic peanut butter, and pop Buns of Steel into the VCR to start doing leg lifts. We tried Abs of Steel once, but we just didn't like it very much. Nothing quite compared to the satisfaction of knowing that you were building your Bun Muscles with every leg lift. (I don't remember anything but the leg lifts. They made a big impression because I was worried that I would build up the muscles on one leg but not the other by doing different numbers of lifts on each side.) We did Buns of Steel every single day after school for several months, and I'm sure our five- and seven-year-old buns were very toned as a result.
Right before I started third grade, my mother quit work to stay home with my sister and me, and while we stayed in touch with Missy, we totally forgot about our favorite pastime. I haven't done an exercise video in fifteen years. (If you remember that I was seven fifteen years ago, you will be especially impressed by this fact.)
I hadn't done an exercise video in fifteen years until today, that is. I was bored with running and keep reading all these blogs where people lose weight and get all toned doing exercise videos, so I found a twenty-minute kickboxing video for free online and did it. And it kicked my ass.
Way harder than Buns of Steel ever did.