for as much as “dancing” had to do with my running journey, the two songs somehow that aren’t on my playlists are: The Drifters Save the Last Dance and Shania’s Dance With the One That Brought You.
Yet it was with an earful of a hybrid of both song’s lyrics this week as I approached my 100th strength training class:
don’t forget who’s taking you home and in whose arms you’re gonna be, so darlin save the last dance for me / You gotta dance with the one that brought you, and stay with the one that wants you
Yep, four months from setting a strength training goal, I’ve done 100 strength training classes, mostly since joining Michelle on enCORE28 in February. So grateful to Peloton for helping me with a necessary routine and so many of you for posting your classes of all kinds to give me ideas. What the hell does that have to do with dancing? Peloton doesn’t (seem to) tell me how many classes I’ve taken with a particular instructor, but I know at least 48 were with Matty Maggiacomo even though I swore I was only doing his March challenge through travel-quarantine. Was there anyone else’s class I’d take for 100?
A year after the last apartment re-arrangement, I was at it again this week to accommodate a new TV and its stand. On the plus side, I finally have an “away” for my yoga blocks, weights and mat. It’s the little things. I’ll never be a minimalist, but my kingdom for levitating storage. Photos to come.. for real this time. Right now it’s a boxy mess.
- never miss a Monday: sometimes it’s nice to see that the sun isn’t ready to go either. A good run with good music.
- Tuesday: after work walk with a friend to see some public art and a walk and talk in Central Park. If we’re Facebook friends, you might have seen my regular bumping of an Alice pic I first took last March 28. One constant in this upside down year. This is my standard shot, but walked into the park past the sculpture and maybe just maybe we can begin to hope that maybe just maybe we’re beginning to see the back of COVID with vaccines. It’s frightening to see what’s happening in Brazil and India though and I know that in reality we’re a long way from “fine”.
- Wednesday: I’m writing this on Thursday and have zero recollection of this run without looking at Strava. It was that good clearly. 😉 In the world’s largest small town files, passed a friend who I was planning to see that night for dinner. We live a block from one another and are so bad at getting together. Rain dampened our original plans, but we had amazing pizzas and beer at a local Italian restaurant. Cinco de something or other, but really no appetite (no pun intended) for the lines at Mexican or Tex Mex places.
- Thursday: office run group, please to have 5 miles sub 12 and pain free outside of initial 2-3 blocks of hammy waking up from sitting all day. It was a glorious day in the Park and my nightcap was the 100th strength class.
- Friday: awaiting the TV stand arrival before heading up to Mom and Bob’s for the weekend. Good to see him getting around after surgery and to have something resembling a normal holiday weekend after this crazy year.
- Saturday: the choice when home is one of four routes: Rockland Lake, the Bridge, Hook Mountain or the Trail. Bridge was out because I didn’t feel like running next to cars, and really the trail is always my number one. To and from the old Piermont Station house is a nice 10K-ish and was pleased at the shape the trail was in after a snowy winter. The hamstring was slightly tender post-run, but nothing I didn’t expect with a little more foot work. The rest of the day was happily spent reading after I picked up the new Julianna Margulies book at my favorite bookstore, making colossal cookies and playing Scrabble. Wasn’t quite normal since my brother and the kids couldn’t come, but it was nice to not feel we needed hand sanitizer and masks to touch the tiles.
- Sunday: take out from one of Mom’s favorite restaurants (and where she & Bob had their reception) and a low key day. I might finish Sunshine Girl before her virtual book talk on Wednesday, which is always a plus. Full disclosure in the first pic, we probably walked, but it’s fun to know the “race” is still going on all these years later.