So I’m back to Jazzercise – with a vengeance. Some of you are laughing right now – and there are those of you who scoff at Jazz. I am here to tell you that it is not for the faint of heart. I have gone to 5 classes in the last 6 days — 1 of them being a new “Personal Touch” class that I will be referring to as Jazz Boot Camp. It’s a 6-week class I’ve joined, in addition to my regular classes, that focuses on weight/strength training and toning– no aerobics. Basically, my body has been in constant pain since my first class Wednesday night. Mostly my muscles are in shock, and probably confused that after 24 years of being ignored – they are suddenly called-upon to do their jobs. The first week of boot camp involved weighing and measuring — stuff that regular Jazz does not bother you about. It’s serious. Stay tuned.
Amanda and Bob Saget both played a role in the plans I now have for the weekend. Last week, I mused about getting to watch an AFV marathon and Amanda made the comment that my reminiscing sounded like it belonged in a Readers Theatre. It got me thinking that I wouldn’t mind watching some RT and I emailed my high school drama coach with, “I know the tournament season is nearly over, but if there are any NWA tourneys left in the semester – let me know!” So a whole 5 minutes went by before she sent back a note saying, “OH MY GOD SARAH! We have FS Southside this weekend – are you available to judge?!” So… now I’m scheduled to report at the Coaches’ Lounge at 8:00am Saturday. I’m pretty excited – and I was telling Jeff about it last night. He was asking me about the tournaments themselves, how they’re structured, yada yada. I was telling him about it, lulling him to sleep, and he likened us to the weird kids who play Dungeons and Dragons! He called me a nerd! He’s pretty dead-on, actually, so I didn’t fight it too hard… Either way, I’m sure I’ll have some good Drama Kid stories after my blast-from-the-past Saturday adventure tomorrow.
Mom: “The Chair” was on the radio this morning on the way to work!