Dancing Is a Form of Cross-Training

Well, maybe dancing isn't quite cross-training, but let's pretend so I can feel extra athletic this week. Now actual dance classes where you sweat it out to some intense moves is indeed legit exercise, but the dance I speak of is ballroom. My fiance and I took our first wedding dance lesson last week and we have two on tap for this week. I truly have no idea how to dance with another person. I can manage on my own, but put someone else's hands in mine and I'm lost.

So in an effort to have our wedding not feel like a middle school dance (anyone else do the 7th grade sway--hands barely touching partner and rocking back and forth?), we are learning the rumba, hustle, swing and something I forget. And we have finally chosen our first dance song!

Tonight I've got to hit a dance lesson at 5:30 and then run 4 miles since my trip to Atlanta this weekend really threw off my running schedule.

30 for 30 (Hopefully)

I have been a bad blogger. I feel really guilty about this (not because I have tons of followers—umm maybe I have 5?) but because I write for a living. I wordsmith all.day.long. Plus I did spent 5 years of my life studying writing and I spent 5 years of my life writing on deadlines for newspapers yet I cannot manage to write blog entries very often. Embarrassing. So I’m stealing this challenge from Kim in hopes that I will get my rear in gear and actually write on a regular basis.

So here we go. Day 1.

Current Relationship: Engaged/Deadbeat-Bride-to-Be

Don’t get me wrong—I love Andrew, and I am thrilled to be getting ready to spent the rest of my life with him (Aug. 20 is when the magic happens)-- BUT wedding planning is lame. Or maybe I’m lame. I just am not into the whole bridal shower/bachelorette party thing. Maybe because I’m 29 and I’m 90% sure if I were 25 I’d be eating those things up. Then there’s all the little details to work out. Seriously, every time I think I have made some big accomplishment in planning, there is something else I needed to have done, like, yesterday.

Even my fantasy of registering where I twirled around a store with a registry gun picking everything I had ever wanted and now don’t have to pay for fell kinda flat. It was fun at first, but then it just became exhausting. The intricacies of flatware patterns seemed endless.

So now that I’ve been a total Debbie Downer, I will say some of the planning has been awesome. Trying on dresses was the most fun thing ever! I love quite literally every dress I tried on. I could have bought any of them and been happy.

Venue-hunting was also fun, and now we have booked a DJ and are trying to pin down a first dance song. I’ve narrowed it down to “You’re the Inspiration” by Chicago (70s classic) or “Lucky” by Jason Mraz and Colbie Caillat. Andrew surprisingly leans toward “Lucky,” but the power ballad-ness of Chicago just calls to me. 

Just writing this has calmed me down.