Pumped

I had recently switched to another gym just across the street where I live. Now I certainly have no excuse to skip classes or sessions! Also, it is this year's resolution that I owe it to myself a certain level of commitment to upkeep my health.

It's been more than a month now and I'm glad I'm still keeping the momentum.

I'm not a person who'd like adhering to instructed classes. It's either I get bored easily, get my feet too "twisted" or what if my knees get weak and I start to see stars halfway through the class? there'll be no escape! Especially those RPM classes a.k.a "Wheels in Dungeon" , they look so torturous.

Thanks to my brother, my Tuesdays are now saved for RPM classes. A session that comes with a good looking instructor - hey! I can sure live with such inspiration *wink*. But ...I can never beat those aunties to seats in the front row.Damn!
Everytime when he says "Now, gear it up! "..aunties will go "WOOHOO!"( and I can already see my brother's eyes rolling).

Anyway, I have always enjoyed not only the geared up sessions but the choices of songs being played. Keeps you pumped !

Here's one of my favorites which is played in the class every week.
It's titled HUMAN by The Killers

A Gift

A good friend sent me this sometime back and its breathtaking ( yes, T..i still watch this whenever I need a "boost" on a blue day ) ;)

Emailing it would be troublesome due to huge file size.
Now that I have a blog..I may as well share this "gift" here with everyone.




Enjoy!

Affinity

Beyond the veil , Confusion
Beyond the veil, Misjudgment
Reflection is often forgotten

Thoughts travels
Emotions run wild
At every stroke of your face I'm marveled
At every curve of your lips I'm lifted

Sailed away you have
But, You'll remain a close distance

A Pebble Laid..

They say writing is therapeutic. Days and months have passed and I have procrastinated or rather just do not like putting my thoughts to words for some reasons.To me, thoughts and emotions are like waves, they come and go. At least I've learned to let go sad ones and cherish good ones instead.

And you may ask ...but why start today? I was just relating this to a close friend today about everything that leads me to this blog I am writing now. Two nights ago, I had a dream - a walk up to some cottages (like those white clay ones you see on terraces facing the Mediterranean sea). Small with simple postal beds and a washer area overlooking the ocean. It's white and breezy. I walked to the beach. Felt the waves against my feet. Looked down and noticed glitters below and lots of pebbles. Everytime the waves flow in the pebbles change colors. Soon, there were blue, red, white, silver, multicolored, and of all different sizes. A few steps ahead were slates of green like those of jades shimmering just below the water and my feet. I had wanted to pick all of the pebbles, of every color and every shape. Unfortunately I can only manage a handful.


I am not going to analyse this dream but I'd like to think that life is such - we often have experiences of many kind. Good and bad. At times, we judge or being judged for the outcome. But everyone of us walks through different path. And along each path, we get to pick up bits and pieces of what we would like to call "happiness " or "accomplishments" so we can treasure them. But it is still ok even if they didnt turn out as expected because we still have that moment to remember. Hence, today a pebble laid and I know there will be more pebbles for me to pick and share. A different color, a different shape.