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I'm burning out.
Too many phone calls! My voice sounds as lovely as a raven with laryngitis. *croak croak*
Last night, I dreamed I could do the splits any way I liked, and with no effort. I haven't tried it yet, but something tells me it's still just in the realm of my dreams. I can do the splits with the left leg leading, but the other ways are rather stilted looking--something like a fawn learning to stand, only not so cute.
I was finally able to break my gym fast this morning. With the flu from hell, and the![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
snowy_kathryn disruption, I found it impossible to make the time for my regular routine. It started again this morning, and it was rather rough. I didn't have time for the whole workout, but I did fit half of it in. I shouldn't be surprised that I have to lower some weights and reduce sets, but I was. And it miffed me.
I'm sure I'll be back up to snuff within a week or two, but until then, I'll be grumpy with the physique gifted to me by my relatively indolent lifestyle. Bah.
My dance practice has also suffered. Before my class on Sunday, I practiced for a few minutes in front of the big mirrors. My transitions from stillness to sudden 180- or 360-degree turns to stillness are far too wobbly for my liking. I have to drill on those until they're machine-like in precision.
I spin me right round, baby, right round.
f00dave and I watched May last night. It was deliciously creepy. Kathryn? If you haven't seen this already, you should seek it out. I know you'll get a kick out of it.
Too many phone calls! My voice sounds as lovely as a raven with laryngitis. *croak croak*
Last night, I dreamed I could do the splits any way I liked, and with no effort. I haven't tried it yet, but something tells me it's still just in the realm of my dreams. I can do the splits with the left leg leading, but the other ways are rather stilted looking--something like a fawn learning to stand, only not so cute.
I was finally able to break my gym fast this morning. With the flu from hell, and the
snowy_kathryn disruption, I found it impossible to make the time for my regular routine. It started again this morning, and it was rather rough. I didn't have time for the whole workout, but I did fit half of it in. I shouldn't be surprised that I have to lower some weights and reduce sets, but I was. And it miffed me.I'm sure I'll be back up to snuff within a week or two, but until then, I'll be grumpy with the physique gifted to me by my relatively indolent lifestyle. Bah.
My dance practice has also suffered. Before my class on Sunday, I practiced for a few minutes in front of the big mirrors. My transitions from stillness to sudden 180- or 360-degree turns to stillness are far too wobbly for my liking. I have to drill on those until they're machine-like in precision.
I spin me right round, baby, right round.
f00dave and I watched May last night. It was deliciously creepy. Kathryn? If you haven't seen this already, you should seek it out. I know you'll get a kick out of it.
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