{"id":586,"date":"2004-05-04T23:00:00","date_gmt":"2004-05-05T06:00:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.chocolatemussolini.com\/cm\/default.asp?n=222"},"modified":"2004-05-04T23:00:00","modified_gmt":"2004-05-05T06:00:00","slug":"all-eastern-and-such","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/queenofsubtle.com\/cm\/?p=586","title":{"rendered":"all eastern and such."},"content":{"rendered":"

Um, hi.<\/p>\n

So, yeah! I started some new things this week. Monday night, I went back to yoga. I haven’t been for about a year, during which time Heather’s been saying, “Go back to yoga! It makes you happy!” And she’s right… it does make me happy. I could take it at the Y, but I heart Jeanne<\/a> a lot. She sees everything, in that the-pressure’s-on-so-get-it-right-dumbass kinda way, which is good for me. Anyway, I was really happy with how it went; I expected to be crabby over being so un-flexible (saying ‘inflexible’ is just setting myself up for a slammin’, so I won’t, thank you), but I realized that I’m waaay stronger than last year. My balance still sucks, but I think there’s probably nothing I can do about that.<\/p>\n

And then today!! I started my martial arts class. Not just any martial arts, but the feminist eclectic<\/a> variety. And it was! I loved it. Yeah, it’s the kind of place where you feel uncomfortable saying ‘boyfriend’ or ‘husband’, but that’s fine. I’ve been wanting to study martial arts for a while, but don’t know enough about it to pick the one that’s best for me. I was excited by this one because it’s kind of a blend of arts, and because I was a little familiar with it since Dario, my kickboxing teacher, taught us about Wu Chien Pai and Jujitsu.<\/p>\n

So, the girls there were really friendly, and Sensei Kore is great. She’s also a well-known local tattoo artist<\/a>; I had trouble not staring at her arms the whole time, because she has some great armbands. I think my best moment was when she stopped me during agility training and made everyone watch. She said I had great balanced leg muscles, because usually women only have strong quads, not strong hamstrings. And that I was doing the stances exactly right (I credit yoga for that). I was so so proud. It might be stupid, but I’ve put a hell of a lot of work into my fitness training, every single day, and it means a lot to me when somebody like that notices it. It feels good.<\/p>\n

The thing I like about yoga and martial arts is that they’re all about focus and attentiveness and, most of all, respect. Even from the two-and-a-half hours I spent at the dojo tonight (ha! yessss!), I could feel it: you’re there and you drop the attitude. You shut up and pay attention. You take critique as an opportunity to improve. That stuff is remarkably difficult for me. This is a good thing.<\/p>\n

Also, I have a new black gi (uniform). It’s sexy.<\/p>\n

So I spent the last hour packing and doing laundry, then making Gladware bowls of oatmeal with raisins and protein powder and gathering packets of Tofurky Jurky. You’d think I was preparing for the end times, but really I’m just going to Upper Michigan. Mother Ripley and I leave Friday at lunchtime, and return Sunday night. It’ll be good, I think. My plans are to knit, walk, visit Stephan’s little French cafe for my coffee, and argue with my grandma. Also, my being gone over the weekend will give Scotty a chance to catch up on his sleep. Everybody wins!<\/p>\n

You may not hear from me until I return, so… you know. Be good. Bye.
Jenni<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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