Well, folks, I wrestled myself out of bed at 5:04 a.m. and kicked my butt out the door to go to Body Pump for the first time in a week. Now, the good news is, I haven't been a total bum- I've been working out at home. Mostly cardio, so my strength training has taken a dive. (Not that you care.) Let's just say, I shouldn't miss a week of BP. It was almost like starting over. I think I pulled a groin muscle.
In brighter news, (for me, anyway) I learned yesterday that there is a POSSIBILITY that I will get to see Stomp and George Winston next year at a local venue. One of my clients just got back from NY where she visited a conference (?) that is made up of representatives of performers and she basically shops performers to see if she can secure a performance in her venue. (Cool perk of her job, dontchathink?)
I'm thrilled with the anticipation of it all!
Talking about George Winston yesterday took me back to my college days where I was introduced to George Wintston by wren. (My best friend-I met her at college where we became roomates and began a friendship that lasts today.) Now, I don't know if I've told you before, but I grew up in a bubble. I was very sheltered as a child and therefore, I pretty much missed a decade in there somewhere. Enter wren, who broadened my cultural (at least musically) scope, introducing me to the likes of Geaorge Winston, Chicago, Air Supply and Barry Manilow. (God Bless her.)
So, if I get to go see George Winston in concert, I will thank my friend wren, and commit every note to memory to relay to her in a 2 hour conversation that is sure to follow.
O.K., I hate to leave you, but I gotta go get more coffee.
Gotta lube those joints, dontchaknow.