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I chose to live IRL last night and snuggle my nice, semi-neglected husband instead of hopping online to see how everyone was doing (really just snuggles, as I haven't felt the feistiest since last Weds). Then after he left for chamber music rehearsal I went for a nice exhausting session of late-night squats and stretching. So virtuous!
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bluechromis. Most or all of the USA Olympic gymnastics teams, men and women, were there, with a rhythmic gymnast and some other acrobatics-y people. And so was every preteen gymnastics club in the state, but oh well... it was sooo inspiring, and also so much less stressful than watching the Olympics or something where a stumble actually matters. They were having fun. And what magnificent bodies, all of them! I'm newly inspired to stretch. I got some encouragement last night from a 50-yr-old woman at the gym last night who told me it took her 15 years to lower her chest to the ground when leaning forward in a straddle (the stretch I most suck at). Maybe all I need is a whole new level of stubbornness.
It's still a damn good thing I never saw rhythmic gymnastics until college. As I was telling blue, if I'd seen that when I was a little girl it would immediately have been the aim of my life, and MIT would have been the last thing on my mind. (A sad thing this would have been, too, since I wasn't at all flexible and my parents would have had a fit at the sexy moves and skimpy outfits, and they couldn't have afforded it, but that's another story.) God, being able to do those things would be so cool.
Wanted to post that I had a great time on Sunday night going to a big gymnastics exhibition at the FleetCenter with
bluechromis. Most or all of the USA Olympic gymnastics teams, men and women, were there, with a rhythmic gymnast and some other acrobatics-y people. And so was every preteen gymnastics club in the state, but oh well... it was sooo inspiring, and also so much less stressful than watching the Olympics or something where a stumble actually matters. They were having fun. And what magnificent bodies, all of them! I'm newly inspired to stretch. I got some encouragement last night from a 50-yr-old woman at the gym last night who told me it took her 15 years to lower her chest to the ground when leaning forward in a straddle (the stretch I most suck at). Maybe all I need is a whole new level of stubbornness.It's still a damn good thing I never saw rhythmic gymnastics until college. As I was telling blue, if I'd seen that when I was a little girl it would immediately have been the aim of my life, and MIT would have been the last thing on my mind. (A sad thing this would have been, too, since I wasn't at all flexible and my parents would have had a fit at the sexy moves and skimpy outfits, and they couldn't have afforded it, but that's another story.) God, being able to do those things would be so cool.
