Sunday, January 23, 2005
bruised by not broken
I heard back from the other cheerleading coach yesterday, a guy who has a reputation for a) being a bit clueless and b) not reading emails properly. His email illustrates both these features of his personality, though in this case it actually made his response more favourable, from my point of view at least. I'm not even going to get into his creative paragraph formatting. That's just incompetent:
Hi Naomi,
Hmmm....he evidently failed to consult with the other coach, who told me that Tuesday practices are mandatory and no exceptions will be made (their website confirms this too!), and more importantly, he totally ignored the part where I told him this is my LAST semester. Ah, clueless! On the plus side, it will be hard for the other coach to say no to me now that he's gotten my hopes up.
I aplogize for not getting back to you earlier. We've had a very
busy
month, with a lot of things that we're trying to deal with. You
definitely
sound like someone that would be a great fit for our team.
Regarding
the
tuesday night practices, don't make too big of a deal of it right
now.
We
only have 3 games left for the semester, so an [sic] new members
to team will
probably not be expected to take part in them....rather you would
come
out
to practices, to start learning and skill building in preparation
for
next
semester's team. Would you be able to come out to a Sunday practice?
Maybe
next sunday, as this sunday's practice may not be a good time
for us.
Do you have a phone number where we can contact you?
We'll try to set something up in the coming weeks,
Cheers,
______ _____
___Cheerleading - Coach
My current guilty-but-tremendously-satisfying pleasure: Usher's YEAH! Utterly obsessed with this song, as in I can do 50 more crunches twice as fast if it's playing. It's the height of WHOO! My other much-loved silly song is Daniel Beddingfield's Gotta Get Through This. It's always applicable and thus always a satisfying listen.
For some reason I've gone from working out moderately for an hour of two about 4-6 times a week to going to 5-6 hours straight about 2-3 times a week. I'm not sure this is a better arrangement, since it's much harder on my bruised and sore little body. But damn. Spending a Saturday night in the gyme with the Boy and Ferny (Mexican cheerleader who can bench 225, or 205, depending on who you believe), then heading to the gymnastics club and working on stunting, tumbling, bars, beam, and whatever else strikes my fancy is the best time I've had in ages. I honestly prefer it about 400 times more than going to some lame-ass bar or club and getting not-quite-drunk on bad, overpriced drinks with a bunch of overdressed, oversexed, irritating 20-somethings. Like I said, I find the vast majority of people in my demographic to be utterly insufferable.
Last night I was trying to pull off a forward handspring or a walkover, or at the very least just go from a handstand over into a bridge (hands and feet both on floor, back arched, so your body makes a semi-circle to the floor), but I kept landing on my back, winding myself, and then rolling over, getting back up, and trying it over again. That was maybe a foolish idea, and a good way to bruise my kidneys. I just have to get someone to show me how to do it properly, but since the gymnastics coach was injured it was really just a lot of trial and error.
As was to be expected, stuff hurts today. Particularly my shoulders and triceps from trying with little success to do extensions and my legs from doing squats with girls as weights. Ah well. Once again, I have no regrets.
I've borrowed a link from Ferncanyon Man's site (credit must go to him for finding it), because I thought it was awesome:
http://www.flickr.com/photos/49503164317@N01/3596690/
Enjoy!
(By the way, $40 million was the estimated cost of Bush's inauguration, before the cost of all the private parties and other celebrations).
Got some more photos together. They will follow.
A bientot.
-N
