I Absolutely Love This Song

It has a nice rhythm, slow and seductive. It's perfect for pole fitness.

I like the lyrics and love the edgy, slightly dark, sexually domineering aspects of the video.

The original version is 13:10 minutes long so I posted an edited version instead.

The lyrics can be found below.

Hurricane - 30 Seconds to Mars

No matter how many times that you told me you wanted to leave
No matter how many breaths that you took, you still couldn't breathe
No matter how many nights that you lie wide awake to the sound of poison rain
Where did you go? Where did you go? Where did you go?
As days go by, the night's on fire

Tell me would you kill to save a life?
Tell me would you kill to prove you're right?
Crash, crash, burn, let it all burn
This hurricane's chasing us all underground

No matter how many deaths that I die I will never forget
No matter how many lives that I live, I will never regret
There is a fire inside of this heart
And a riot about to explode into flames
Where is your God? Where is your God? Where is your God?

Ooooooo-ooohhh Ooooooo-ooohhh

Do you really want...
Do you really want me?
Do you really want me dead,
Or alive to torture for my sins?

Do you really want...
Do you really want me?
Do you really want me dead,
Or alive to live a lie?

Tell me would you kill to save a life?
Tell me would you kill to prove you're right?
Crash, crash, burn, let it all burn
This hurricane's chasing us all underground

The promises we made were not enough (Never play the game again)
The prayers that we have prayed were like a drug (Never gonna hit the air)
The secrets that we sold were never known (Never sing a song for you)
The love we had, the love we had, we had to let it go.
(Never giving in again, Never giving in again)

Tell me would you kill to save a life?
Tell me would you kill to prove you're right?
Crash, crash, burn, let it all burn
This hurricane's chasing us all underground

Whoa, This hurricane [x3]
Whoa
Do you really want...
Do you really want me?
Do you really want me dead,
Or alive to torture for my sins?

Do you really want...
Do you really want me?
Do you really want me dead,
Or alive to live a lie?

Whew, I Survived Pole Fitness 101!

So, my fitness workshop finally arrived yesterday.   Yes!  I was definitely excited about it. 

First I have to say, the women that twirl, spin, climb and continue to look graceful when they do it,  I have a whole new level of respect for them.   *insert applause here*  They totally rock!

Me below, ready to head to the workshop :)

I arrived a little early and was able to snap a picture of what I was about to get myself into as the workout equipment was being put in place.

Even in learning the basics, I was taught quite a bit.  Just after the one workshop, I understand and can demonstrate sitting holding the pole with my thighs with one leg crossed over the other (sitting rather lady like); a second seated position in which my legs are extended out, holding on with my thighs and left hand and extending my right arm back so my body is parallel with the floor; the correct placement of my shin and feet to climb the pole, several spins using my own body as the momentum that include the fireman spin, the “weeee” spin (envision the sound from the GEICO pig commercials), the martini spin, and a reverse spin. 

I have to admit, I am so sore today.  My triceps, biceps, deltoids, trapezoids down to the muscles in my fingers from gripping, spinning and climbing all ache today.  By the time the workshop was over, not only did I have a pole burn mark (picture below) on each of my wrists but I could feel the muscle soreness coming on before I even left.  My inner thighs were sore.  Think about it, you’re gripping a pole with virgin skin on your inner thighs and ouch, it pulls and smarts.   But I’m told after awhile it doesn’t hurt anymore.  I’m going to have faith in that statement.  My shins were red from climbing and spinning.  My inner arms from my wrists to my armpits were pink from spinning and gripping the pole too.  

Even though I feel it every time I lift my arms, I’m excited to continue with the fitness classes.  No pain, no gain right?

Tonight, I have chair fitness class after work.  Hopefully it will be just as much fun.

Happy Monday!

It Was One of THOSE Mornings

I had one of those mornings that was just a tailspin of "Oh Damns", yes plural.

I thought I’d do my hair differently, give it a soft wavy look, and knew I’d be pressed for time if I did.  But I took the chance anyway.  Holy shit, poor planning prompted by doing the hair led to a series of events which made me run behind.  Since I was running late to work, I wasn't able to get the best shot but here is the end result that helped make me late.

 

As I’m doing my hair, the phone rings.  I already know who it is.  There’s typically one person who calls me that early, my daughter in Canada.  I was partially right. I answer with a “Hello” and hear my 16 month old grandson, her son, jabbering on the other end.  I can’t resist talking to him and the call, as usual, leads to Skype.  I’m telling her on the phone, “I've got to get ready or I’m gonna be late.”  So I go grab my computer, set it on the counter in the bathroom and continue to get ready.  Damn, I’m gonna be late.

I am multi-tasking styling crème, hair spray, straightener, and curling rod while I’m talking to my grandson and as I finish doing my hair, I bid her a hasty “Love you two. I’ve got to go. I’m gonna be LATE. Goodbye!”

I continue to get ready and realize what I had in mind to wear for the day, I don’t want to wear anymore but I'd rather wear something else instead.  Well, that something else required that I iron it.  Damn it, I don’t have time for this.  I’m gonna be late!  So, I ironed it.

As I’m ironing, I think “Oh my freakin’ gosh!”  I worked late last night and didn’t get my snacks and meals ready for today.  Damnit, I’m gonna be late!  So, I iron the article and hurry into the kitchen, grab my lunch bag and toss some fruit and nuts and a bottled water and put it by my purse.  I tell myself, I’ll get a salad at work at lunch.  Dang, I’m gonna be late.

I’m finally in the car, backing out of the garage and realize …. Crap!!!  I need gas!  Double damn, I’m gonna be sooo freakin’ late!  So, I head to the gas station to fill up the tank.

As I’m driving to the gas station I realize.  Damn, damn, damn.  Damn, damn.  I didn’t put any lotion on my legs.  Ack!  Then I choose to breathe and tell myself it’s okay because I keep some on my desk at work.  I’ll use it.  But damn, I’m still gonna be late.

I get to the gas station, hurriedly get out of the car, swipe my card, push in my zip and select the gas grade.  I put the nozzle in the orifice for fuel and try to lock it so I don’t have to stand there while it fills up.  Lock, dang it, lock!  *sigh* Selecting the gas grade didn’t take, so I push again.  I’m gonna be late.

While the car is being filled with fuel I go around and put my card back in my purse.  My daughter is laughing at me from the passenger seat  and I still have to drop her snickering self off at school.  Damnnnnn, I’m gonna be late.

Click!  I hear the handle letting me know the tank is full and I walk back around the car to top it off to an even amount.  *short squeeze, quick squeeze, quick squeeze*  What the heck?!!!  $40.00 and 1 cent?!  I can’t have the one cent.  No can do.  With my borderline OCD personality, it’ll drive me crazy.  Not that being late hasn’t already.  So I *squeeeeeze squeeze squeeze* and get it to $41.00 even. Damn, I’m gonna be late.

Okay, I think I’m good to go now.  Just drop my daughter off and head to work.  I head off in the direction of her school and realize I had forgotten to do one other thing.  “Dag nab it, I forgot to put on deodorant!  Oh my gosh, is it freakin’ Monday?” I say.  My daughter still laughs  BUT she can have her laugh.  Lucky for me, I keep a small make-up bag in the desk drawer at work that includes a toothbrush, mini thing of toothpaste, floss, mascara, finger nail file, lip gloss AND deodorant.  Mhmm, yes I do.

I see the traffic on the highway, I can tell I’m really going to be late and I was.  Traffic was horrid and I think I hit most lights once I got off the highway.

I should have vlogged this.  It would have been more entertaining to hear me say all this with my big eyed expressions rather than read it, lol.

    

Moral of the story: Don’t go to work.

Oh and after going to all the trouble of doing something different with my hair, the style is losing its curl.  Since I’m not one for a bunch of hair product in my hair, I guess I should have used more styling crème. Dammit, and it made me late.