This Helps Me Work

How is it possible that I still don't own this movie?



And seriously, when IS this guy gonna get the picture?

Shake Your Rump

This week there was a LOT of Facebook activity with some high school peeps. I suppose I shouldn't have been surprised that the Sunday throwdown landed here despite my initial disco intentions. (Stay tuned for that one, though.)

Of course, I spent so much time on this mix that I am just going to post it and go straight to bed now that it's done.

It will be a Movin' Groovin' Monday morning for me instead.

Freakazoids...Please Report to the Kitchen Floor

Well crud. I meant to wait 'til Sunday for my solo kitchen dance party, but then the rhythm got me and made me shake my booty two days early.

Eh, I blame it on the boogie.

Total time: 44:44.

Darling Nikki's the cool down...

The Guts to Be Grateful

For as long as I have this blog, I think I will always post Ten Things on Thanksgiving. Here goes:

I am thankful for…

1. My Mamar being the gutsiest broad I know. And my Daddy, for being an honorary gutsy broad. And for both of them passing down their inner ass-kicker genes.
   


2. Reconnecting with friends from childhood this year and gaining a sense of rootedness and being from somewhere that I don't think I have ever felt (I’m an only child who's moved 23 times since I turned 18…call your siblings.)


3. The opportunity to coach for Girls on the Run this year, and give back to the sport.
   


4. All the supportive words and thoughts that got me over the finish line at Ironman Louisville this year.
   


5. My childhood friends, Scott and Ana, for hosting/caring/cheering for me as I completed my first marathon last December.
   


6. Having a body that allows me to participate in sports (a mind to rhyme and two hype feet).
   


7. Having the money to participate in this ridiculously expensive hobby.
   


8. Still having Rocky with me to nuzzle and humor me through impromptu solo dance parties in the kitchen. (I miss you, Bootsie and Dinah!)
   


9. The group that I play ultimate with being patient and laid back enough to make me feel welcome on the field.


10. You.

Happy Thanksgiving, everyone!

What Happens in the Kitchen...

...gets posted on the blog.

It started innocently enough as music to cook by but quickly degenerated into a full-body boogie-down...with my dog. Well, he was a good sport for about half a song and then took off. Eh, it was fun while it lasted. Maybe it's just because this is my first day back after two weeks with the flu, but I've decided to incorporate a Sunday night kitchen dance party into my weekly routine. Here's the playlist from the inaugural throwdown. To be clear, TLC is the cool-down.

I'm such a nerd.

Total time: 40:40

Country-Fried Introspection

Methinks I am just exactly where I need to be.

Dance Biscuit

Watch, then I'll comment.



1) I don't know how or why, but this makes me like (respect?) Justin Timberlake a little bit more.
2) I am currently on a mission to incorporate "dance biscuit" into my everyday vocabulary.

Usage:
"Oh man, the girl in the video below totally drops a dance biscuit."
"The girl in this video IS a total dance biscuit.


Watch to the end...SO worth it.



Yes, I'm going to be like this until I'm well enough to work out again.