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CAPOEIRA. CAAAAAPOEIRA oh my god it was so much fun. I'm still bouncing over it even though I sweated like a pig, drank two litres of water, spent the entire day redfaced, and could barely move the next day. I'm going back Wednesday. For a given value of back since the Wednesday class is actually indoors and the Saturday class is out in the park. But! I'm going back Wednesday. I'm going back Saturday. I'm going to keep pushing this. At least so far I'm going to keep pushing myself to do this. I think right now I'm more afraid that I'm going to chicken out than that I'm going to succeed. Which is a weird headspace to be in, I'm terrified of not going when it's fully within my power to just get on the damn bus and go.
So, yes, still some flail over capoeira as I integrate it into my life and my idea of myself. But lots of enthusiasm. And as though fate was telling me yes this is a thing you should do, the Batman and Wonder Woman yoga pants were on clearance sale today at ThinkGeek. So I got a couple pairs, because all my sweats still amount to only two pairs suitable for wearing in front of people, and as I discovered on Saturday one of those pairs has a giantass run in the thigh. It's not going to gape and show flesh, but it looks shabby and that bugs me. The jazz sneakers, on the other hand, I have confirmed with teacher that they will work for shoes.
Oh, and that's the hilarious part. So, first, I go up to the park, there's a huge (well, maybe 15-20 people) yoga class setting up and... no capoeira. I mean I didn't expect a large group but I was hoping for maybe 4-8. No? No. So I go back to the store almost in tears, and the store's just walking distance from the park so it's not bad but I was so so hoping for this and so disappointed and, tears. Go back to the store, pick up my phone because the hell am I going to leave an unattended phone and wallet on the park grass even here, and find the phone number and call to leave a message asking if they've been pre-empted by yoga, because at this point I'm not expecting to get anyone. But I did! I got one of the teachers and a some near 20 year capoeira ... practitioner? The first day was not big on vocabulary. And he clarified where they were and I went back up and there were indeed capoeira going on.
And now here's the hilarious part. I know this guy. Or rather my family here knows this guy and he had an art studio down the street from my house for a while. And he went to high school with one of the cousins. (Oh god we're all getting old.) So I introduced myself as the girl on the phone (she said, bemoaning about how we were all getting old and referring to herself as a girl) (it's the lack of height thing) and gave my name and then said look, this is one of my cousins, these are my aunts and uncles and he was all "Oh, right, you said you were on [Street], your store's there." Small fucking towns, I swear.
So now I know this guy properly, and Wednesday I will have a bag of sweats to change into at the end of work, and a bagel and peanut butter to fortify me for two more hours of capoeira. My life, you guys. How do I even.
It's so big and so exciting it feels like a major change in my life, and it's really only 4 hours a week. Maybe add an extra 30-45 for travel time for both lessons. But it's big and exciting and scary, and in the sense that I haven't done formal movement training in, oh, since high school? Big and scary.
That's pretty much eclipsed everything else, though. Spent most of Saturday and Sunday recovering from that, unexpectedly, so about all I got done were house chores and, okay, I did get a rough outline drafted of PS and a list of characters to work on, so there's that. And I got my languages studied. And I added Portuguese ONLY on Duolingo, so not formally learning yet, but I'm going to get a degree of immersion at capoeira anyway so I might as well layer it out with something else. And. Most of the weekend was spent eating sherbet and groaning. Oh, but I did finish one novel for Hugos reading. I quite enjoyed it.
This week I intend shall be more productive, dammit! To start with, first some physics study and then some writings so I have less to do at home, which may end up being primarily stretching out and going ow ow ow some more. And strengthening up. My balance is way more shit than I thought.
So, yes, still some flail over capoeira as I integrate it into my life and my idea of myself. But lots of enthusiasm. And as though fate was telling me yes this is a thing you should do, the Batman and Wonder Woman yoga pants were on clearance sale today at ThinkGeek. So I got a couple pairs, because all my sweats still amount to only two pairs suitable for wearing in front of people, and as I discovered on Saturday one of those pairs has a giantass run in the thigh. It's not going to gape and show flesh, but it looks shabby and that bugs me. The jazz sneakers, on the other hand, I have confirmed with teacher that they will work for shoes.
Oh, and that's the hilarious part. So, first, I go up to the park, there's a huge (well, maybe 15-20 people) yoga class setting up and... no capoeira. I mean I didn't expect a large group but I was hoping for maybe 4-8. No? No. So I go back to the store almost in tears, and the store's just walking distance from the park so it's not bad but I was so so hoping for this and so disappointed and, tears. Go back to the store, pick up my phone because the hell am I going to leave an unattended phone and wallet on the park grass even here, and find the phone number and call to leave a message asking if they've been pre-empted by yoga, because at this point I'm not expecting to get anyone. But I did! I got one of the teachers and a some near 20 year capoeira ... practitioner? The first day was not big on vocabulary. And he clarified where they were and I went back up and there were indeed capoeira going on.
And now here's the hilarious part. I know this guy. Or rather my family here knows this guy and he had an art studio down the street from my house for a while. And he went to high school with one of the cousins. (Oh god we're all getting old.) So I introduced myself as the girl on the phone (she said, bemoaning about how we were all getting old and referring to herself as a girl) (it's the lack of height thing) and gave my name and then said look, this is one of my cousins, these are my aunts and uncles and he was all "Oh, right, you said you were on [Street], your store's there." Small fucking towns, I swear.
So now I know this guy properly, and Wednesday I will have a bag of sweats to change into at the end of work, and a bagel and peanut butter to fortify me for two more hours of capoeira. My life, you guys. How do I even.
It's so big and so exciting it feels like a major change in my life, and it's really only 4 hours a week. Maybe add an extra 30-45 for travel time for both lessons. But it's big and exciting and scary, and in the sense that I haven't done formal movement training in, oh, since high school? Big and scary.
That's pretty much eclipsed everything else, though. Spent most of Saturday and Sunday recovering from that, unexpectedly, so about all I got done were house chores and, okay, I did get a rough outline drafted of PS and a list of characters to work on, so there's that. And I got my languages studied. And I added Portuguese ONLY on Duolingo, so not formally learning yet, but I'm going to get a degree of immersion at capoeira anyway so I might as well layer it out with something else. And. Most of the weekend was spent eating sherbet and groaning. Oh, but I did finish one novel for Hugos reading. I quite enjoyed it.
This week I intend shall be more productive, dammit! To start with, first some physics study and then some writings so I have less to do at home, which may end up being primarily stretching out and going ow ow ow some more. And strengthening up. My balance is way more shit than I thought.