Super random thoughts

1. It's new fiscal, which means 3 more weeks of vacation added to the pile, which means I now have 25.5 days (if i take 7.5 hour days) or 22.5 days (@ 8.5 hour days when I'm on a compressed which i will be for the summer)... which means 5 weeks of vacation!!!!!!!!!!!! 5 weeks. F-I-V-E weeks. that's a month. Imagine not going to work for a month and getting paid for it. aaaaahhhh bliss. Ok all of a sudden I'm saddened by the fact that I was able to carry over 2 weeks, because that means that I only took 1 week's worth of vacation last year. Of course I did use some overtime leave, but still. huh. that kinda sux. I need to go on vacation. who's with me...

2. It's raining. Hey at least it's not snowing.

3. I slept in today- unintentionally of course. I set the alarm for 7pm instead of 7am. The aforementioned rainy day, didn't help. I love sleeping. I especially love sleeping with the sound of the rain and the cold breeze and me all warm and cozy in my most comfy duvet... sorry off on a tangent there..Focus. Funny thing- I don't even remember setting the alarm last night. Actually last night was the first time in a long while that I was exhausted and actually went to bed because i was so tired. I wasn't just lying there hoping to fall asleep like i normally do. I think the excitement of going home is tiring me out. That and I've been going to many appointments lately that are costing me a fortune and making me feel old. (physio, the dentist, optometrist). So I'm poor and old and tired. And feeling fat because i haven't been able to properly work out because of ankle. wow wasn't that a stream of consciousness....

4. I'm going home in 1 sleep. Ok two, but the process is starting tomorrow after work. So I'm happy :) I'm so looking forward to it. I'm meeting up with an old friend who's very dear to me- (read: he's not old, our friendship is). I haven't seen him in 6 years, and I've known him since we were 7. That's 20 years. I'm very excited to see him again. We reconnected on facebook (I stumbled on his name - he was listed as a friend of a friend of a friend i think)... I hesitantly added him to list, petrified that I wouldn't hear anything back. But I did. And I'm very very happy about that. Obviously I'm also very happy that I get to be at home with my niece and take her to dance class (her request that I bring her instead of her mom or my mom), and that we get to have an Easter egg hunt (she's already declared what colour of eggs are hers, and what ones are mine). I can't wait to hug her. I love her so much.

5. I'm worried about boxing tonight- I desperately need to go, but I'm scared that my ankle won't be able to handle the 24 rounds of hell joy. Seriously that's what we call it... it's quite the workout.

the end.

Skipping for Dummies

Back in the day- and I mean way back in the day of growing up in small-town K-ville, in my neighbourhood every house had a front porch, kids would all just play around the in the street, and everyone had to be home when the first street light comes on.

ok time out here- I'm watching American Idol right now, and the first guy was pretending to be a panther. Actually he thought he was a panther. That was crazy. Guy number two looks like Barry White who thinks Julio Iglesias is king.

Back to what I was blogging about. Ok, one of the fun things I remember doing growing up was skipping. Skipping was to girls like what playing with GI Joe was for the boys. I'd make up skipping routines, force my parents to drop what they were doing and come watch the 5 minute routine that I just created (let's face it, it was probably 45 seconds long). It seems as though skipping would take hours out of my day- and I'm not talking the "skip-it" although that was fun too.

For the last year and a bit, I've been boxing once a week. For fitness, for confidence, for fun. No, not boxercise, not kickboxing, not boxing aerobics. BOXING. At a boxing school. It's circuit training - generally in 2 or 3 minute intervals, 30 seconds off between and a killer punchout at the end of the workout. We train with heavy bags, speed bags, shadow boxing, and the dreaded skipping.

Yep the DREADED skipping. Oh the skipping. Now we're not talking skipping for fun. We're talking single-skipping, cross-overs, double-skips, single-foot, high-knees, and all sorts of other stuff like that.

This session we've been doing 4 rounds of skipping. At tonight's practice, it was WBK's 2-4. As the name alludes to, we had 24 2-minute rounds of "joy". That means we had 8 turns at the skipping. 16 minutes of skipping hell. To add insult to injury (seriously, the whip marks you get from a skipping rope are insane), when you skip backwards like we had to tonight, the rope was now hitting un-whipped skin- when you think about it, the rope is now going in the opposite direction than it's been used to for the last year, my hamstrings, and forearms were used to the skipping whips. The bicep, the forehead, the knuckles all fresh wounds. Yes I have a bruised knuckle not from hitting the punching bag, but from skipping! Are you kidding? (That makes me as proud as my bruise I got from skiing. That is the one bruise I got from the 6 times I fell during going down one run at Tremblant. One weekend of skiing in my world relates to going down the hill once, falling 6 times and having one helluva sexy bruise.)

I mean really who decided to take the fun out skipping?