kittydesade | Apr. 14th, 2011

Apr. 14th, 2011

( Russian translation )

Okay, a little more rushed/distracted than I wanted, but I think it managed.

You know, when I started this whole Parkour in the Park thing I forgot that both ballet and bellydancing are hard on the thighs. Oops. Not that it really looks much like parkour yet, it's mostly about controlling my posture and my balance and jumping up and down on things, but I figure it's better to start there than to try to go pelting through the park jumping over things, trip, and do one of those spectacular faceplants into the grass. Next week I start doing short bursts of running in with the walking now that I've solved the mystery of the shinsplints (the walking ones anyway) and working on my breath and stamina there. The week after that, blending in upper body stuff.

The amazing thing is, though, that I can do 15 minutes of stretches and yoga, 45 minutes of walking and parkour, 30 minutes of dance and then another 5-10 minutes of stretches and I'm mostly fine. I can feel that I've done work, but I'm not dripping sweat (sweaty, but not dripping sweat), I'm not exhausted, I'm not discouraged. I expected a harder learning curve with the parkour, somehow. But this is kind of awesome.

There was something else to say, but right now I'm just going to dash off to work and celebrate my victory over the damn edits. Rarr.

Crossposts: http://kittydesade.livejournal.com/892217.html

( Deutsch )

Okay! It might just be a sugar high from the Cadbury creme egg I just ate (last one, I got a couple and saved one for lunch today) but today is going along remarkably well so far. Just in general. I had a good run this morning, I had good German, I had a good morning episode of Scarecrow. I had a creme egg, my legs aren't too sore. I knocked down a bunch of tags that have been sitting. I'm just... really generally happy with the world right now. Of course, this might be just asking for the universe to smack me with something, but, you know what? I'm the goddamn Jaguar, and I can handle anything.

Which is funny, now that I think about it. When I started this whole Courtesan School thing one of the people... two of the people I wanted to be were Eleanor of Aquitaine and Katherine Hepburn, who played Eleanor in Lion in Winter. One of her lines was, in a moment of strength-against-adversity, was "Come, where's that mirror? I'm Eleanor, and I can look at anything." And now I'm saying similar. Now that right there is a good feeling.

So, yes. There's that. My shoulders are down more often, my back is straight, my chin is up, I feel more powerful and more confident. It's a good feeling.

OH! I remember what I was going to ask the internets now. So, I've finally set up that thing I've been meaning to do for ages, which is a calendar-and-star system to keep track of all the fiddly little things that get lost in the shuffle, like vocab quizzes and putting on earrings and scent in the mornings. And every time I accumulate stars up to a certain point I can cash them in for a reward, etc. Tasks range from 1 star (vocab quiz) to 5 stars (guitar and parkour practice). The rewards I have so far are: painted nails (painting my nails, that is, not having it done at a salon), a truffle bar, a new barrette, a new pair of earrings, and a manicure or highlights at the absolute top of the list. These go from about 75 stars (truffle bar or painted nails) to the salon visit being 1000 stars.

SO. Internets. Give me ideas for more rewards. The cheaper the better, but fun little trinket rewards wouldn't be a bad idea either.