bluebacon

So today I pulled another one of my juggling acts. Similar to the one I pulled on Raine's birthday party when I had to change gears and rush from a children's party to a gala. This time I came from a garden tea party for our donors in a venue I've never worked with before and gave me bad dreams all night. The up side, for once we chose a venue that's like seven minutes away from the house for a change. Since it was on a Sunday I had to drive my parents to church, pick up my event stuff from the office, go home and change, set up, orient volunteers, be in my smiley hostess mode... Luckily everything was so lovely and went smoothly and ridiculously on the dot with the program even I was impressed! That meant I could make it to Eduardo's really important basketball game even if it meant just getting to watch the last ten minutes. As soon as the guests dispersed I packed so fast and was out of there and drove as fast as I could because the basketball game was on ...

I can't dance. Well I sort of can but with a LOT of effort, mental conditioning, and definitely very much reluctance. So why I make myself attend the Cardio Party class at the Y every week is completely self-inflicted stress.  Actually I do know why. I'm one of those people who don't sweat. No matter how long I stay on the treadmill or elliptical machine, I never sweat. Occasionally I'd prespire a bit on my forehead but that's the extent of it. Mr. Health-freak Eduardo assured me that it doesn't in any way affect the quality of workout I get, it just means that my body doesn't heat up and therefore has no need to cool down. That may be true but psychologically I just feel like I'm not working hard at all.  One time Eduardo suggested that I mix it up from time to time. Instead of doing my warm up on a machine, I should try one of the cardio classes. So I tried zumba, and mostly because it just happened to be the class available when I'm there. It was ...