My tennis shoes are lonely

I am just now getting back to the point where I can move around without coughing after being sick for about three weeks. It was seriously kicking my ass, but I'm excited to be just about back to normal.

There's just this one thing: my tennis shoes. I always keep them by the door to have less of a hassle when it comes time for me to get outside and get moving. I need so much motivation to exercise sometimes that I need all the help I can get. This includes but is not limited to sleeping in my sports bra and athletic socks, setting reminder alarms on my cellphone, and as I mentioned keeping my shoes right by the door.

For the past three weeks they've just been sitting there taunting me, giving me dirty looks, and kinda reminding me of that stack of money with the eyeballs on the Geico commercials. It's been almost too much to bare.

I'm not some kind of hardcore fitness nut, nor do I want to be. But there really is something inside that feels different just by simply throwing on some workout clothes and lacing up my tennis shoes. I feel stronger, more alive, and more able to face the world. I realize this is a lot of power to give to an outfit, but I can't really explain it. I even feel like I stand differently, and it makes me proud. And motivated to get out there and sweat out some stress, burn off some calories, and most importantly enjoy life. So yeah, sometime this week I WILL put on those tennis shoes and wipe that smirk off their stupid face!

I will now leave you with something that always gets my blood pumping...

Who knew I had this in me???

Today I had a nice Valentine's Day. I unleashed my inner artist, and forgot that I'd been a nasty sick person for a week. I'm not the kind of single person that hates Valentine's Day. I just think it can come in many forms. An afternoon with a friend trying something new is just as heart-warming and satisfying as a lovey dovey date. (well almost :p)

But anywho, little ol' me painted this picture. And I'm pretty proud of myself. It was a little nerve-wracking at first, but then it was really fun. You can bring your own alcohol to drink, but since I'm still all drugged up, no booze for me. The whole class takes about three hours. The cost varies, but this one was $35. Not too bad for a good time and a nice souvenir.

Here's the website in case you're interested: https://www.sipsnstrokes.com/home.aspx

If you live in the area, I highly recommend giving it a try. Oh, and let me know cause I might tag along. After 13 classes you get a freebie. :)

All my love to you all <3

This song kicks ass.

THE END.

Saturday Night '80s

I'm sitting around thinking I'm in need of a good eighties mix. Not a playlist BTW; I dig on my mp3 player but really prefer the ease and permanence of a actually hard CD. That way I can jump into anyone's car and pop it in and not have to scroll through a million things just to get to it.

Anyways, I'm taking suggestions. Things I'm ruling out: my big three Prince, MJ, and Madonna. Also hair bands. This is going to be more of 80's Charity--deep cuts. The only song I've for sure nailed down is Depeche Mode-Just Can't Get Enough. So throw me some good stuff. I'm mainly thinking mid to up tempo stuff, but I'll throw in a slow jam if it's really killer. :)