weird, i know...
Monday, November 16, 2015
fight animation
i thought this was kinda cool..my phone made this for me automatically, hope it works here..an animation of some of my shots earlier today:
weird, i know...
weird, i know...
my spirit animal
ok, i know this is silly...but, i was quite inspired by this weekend's amazing turn of events in the women's ufc..when the undefeated ronda rousey was finally defeated by this great gal, holly holms. i love seeing an underdog come out on top. i love seeing a 34-year old woman defeat a twenty-something. (hey, there's still hope for this old dog, right? ha ha) and by the looks of her, i felt she might be a bit of a spirit animal for me. something about her look, maybe she shares some of my good German or Dutch blood, i don't know...
so i took some photos. call them my "before" shots, as i reeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeaaaallly need to get back to the gym and work out..... (it's just so hard with homeschooling and all....)
almost finished up with this silliness....
so i took some photos. call them my "before" shots, as i reeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeaaaallly need to get back to the gym and work out..... (it's just so hard with homeschooling and all....)
.but this was fun.
ugh. like i said, i really really need to get back to the gym, lay off the donuts....even my form is bad.
but still. there's that animal lurking inside of me..
ready to rattle the bars of its cage.
yeah part of the fun was trying out a man bun. lol...
aaaaand i'm done. that is all.
Monday, August 3, 2015
fight song
back to the boxing cage.
me & my girl. ok, so maybe she's not old enough for the fight yet, so i just got the wi-fi password from this dude...
(the boss)
..and she was happy as pie just to play on her phone while her mom sweated it out.
I was actually a bit nervous going into this class. First of all, i always am. Just the idea of a boxing gym, where people train to knock each other out, is a tad intimidating. Secondly, i wasn't sure if they'd let me in, it's been so long the package deal of classes i'd purchased a year ago must be expired. Thirdly, i had no idea who this female instructor was, except for what i'd read on the site, that she'd already been in four amateur boxing matches, at Durham's Bull City Brawl.
So, as i was joking on the way there with my daughter, we were both imagining some kind of hulk named Bertha...
(and pardon me as i have just a little too much fun with google images!!!!)
(like the name Blubbery Bertha my sister had given me as kids, where she would call herself Wiry Wilma and then proceed to whop me down on the living room floor, face rug-burned into the green shag carpet again and again. I'd credited it to her gymnastic finesse, but really, now i think it's because fighting is a mental thing, and since she always controlled me in so many other aspects of our sibling rivalry, i think she just intimidated me so much that i almost let her win. but NO MO!! Now I'm singing my fight song... but i'll get to that later..)
anyway, so we go in and the girl is just your average sweet, slender chick, chillin' with her phone, waiting for her students. only way i knew she was the "teach" was the timer hanging around her neck, ready to time our sessions of torture.
yes, torture: after a jogging warm-up, (thank God, no jump roping today) we lined up and did sprints across the floor, usually involving inhumane ways of locomotion such as bear walks and spider man crawls. then russian dancer-style squat kick thingys, etc.
(by the way, this instructor did have some cool tatts, including one all the way up her calf, a full-size, full-color smiling Jesus giving a thumbs-up. Also a cross, a smiley face, and a mickey mouse. interesting what you can try to read into a person by their ink. but anyway...)
next we grabbed 5-pound weights in our hands, and she gave us a good lesson on footwork. how to stand, balanced, one foot behind, weight on back foot, then moving forward or backward in a smooth motion, no bouncing, just smooth control from the torso. back and forth, and how to quarter-turn, keeping up our guard, eye on our opponent. add shadow boxing with the weights, for quite some time.
i liked that lesson. i love learning new things. Robb, my Body Combat instructor, always says that the best exercise or class is the one that you will DO... and for me it's anything that teaches me new things, new physical techniques, like boxing or dancing. not sport techniques, never been a team sport person, never find me cooperating with a team throwing a ball around, guess i'm just too individualistic, not very cooperative, ha ha. so this was fun, and then when we gloved up and started our hitting sequences, she threw in some of that quarter turn move, which my girl captured in a vine, right here:
Check out my post on Vine! https://vine.co/v/eHgbOlaY9r7
(not the greatest, i know, but it's hard enough to tear a teenage girl off her phone to be her mom's videographer, how embarrassing for her, right?)
I think the reason i enjoy learning boxing footwork is, because it's similar to dance, and i love to dance!
anyway, back to that fight song. i've been going through a lot these past 2-1/2 years, a lot of growing up. leaving behind some childish ways, breaking out of my self-imposed prison, finding my voice, dealing with issues and taking my life back. becoming my real self again. so when i heard this song, and then looked up the lyrics, it really resonated with me.
just like going to the boxing gym revs me up physically and gives me mental confidence when i learn new skills that i could apply in real life situations if needed, i am also encouraged by words like these, proof that i'm not the only one who has a fight going on inside of her. cuz even if nobody else believes me...i've still got a lot of fight left in me!!
so here ya go...
yeah, love this feeling.
till we return to the cage, friend.
me & my girl. ok, so maybe she's not old enough for the fight yet, so i just got the wi-fi password from this dude...
(the boss)
..and she was happy as pie just to play on her phone while her mom sweated it out.
I was actually a bit nervous going into this class. First of all, i always am. Just the idea of a boxing gym, where people train to knock each other out, is a tad intimidating. Secondly, i wasn't sure if they'd let me in, it's been so long the package deal of classes i'd purchased a year ago must be expired. Thirdly, i had no idea who this female instructor was, except for what i'd read on the site, that she'd already been in four amateur boxing matches, at Durham's Bull City Brawl.
So, as i was joking on the way there with my daughter, we were both imagining some kind of hulk named Bertha...
(and pardon me as i have just a little too much fun with google images!!!!)
(like the name Blubbery Bertha my sister had given me as kids, where she would call herself Wiry Wilma and then proceed to whop me down on the living room floor, face rug-burned into the green shag carpet again and again. I'd credited it to her gymnastic finesse, but really, now i think it's because fighting is a mental thing, and since she always controlled me in so many other aspects of our sibling rivalry, i think she just intimidated me so much that i almost let her win. but NO MO!! Now I'm singing my fight song... but i'll get to that later..)
anyway, so we go in and the girl is just your average sweet, slender chick, chillin' with her phone, waiting for her students. only way i knew she was the "teach" was the timer hanging around her neck, ready to time our sessions of torture.
yes, torture: after a jogging warm-up, (thank God, no jump roping today) we lined up and did sprints across the floor, usually involving inhumane ways of locomotion such as bear walks and spider man crawls. then russian dancer-style squat kick thingys, etc.
(by the way, this instructor did have some cool tatts, including one all the way up her calf, a full-size, full-color smiling Jesus giving a thumbs-up. Also a cross, a smiley face, and a mickey mouse. interesting what you can try to read into a person by their ink. but anyway...)
next we grabbed 5-pound weights in our hands, and she gave us a good lesson on footwork. how to stand, balanced, one foot behind, weight on back foot, then moving forward or backward in a smooth motion, no bouncing, just smooth control from the torso. back and forth, and how to quarter-turn, keeping up our guard, eye on our opponent. add shadow boxing with the weights, for quite some time.
i liked that lesson. i love learning new things. Robb, my Body Combat instructor, always says that the best exercise or class is the one that you will DO... and for me it's anything that teaches me new things, new physical techniques, like boxing or dancing. not sport techniques, never been a team sport person, never find me cooperating with a team throwing a ball around, guess i'm just too individualistic, not very cooperative, ha ha. so this was fun, and then when we gloved up and started our hitting sequences, she threw in some of that quarter turn move, which my girl captured in a vine, right here:
Check out my post on Vine! https://vine.co/v/eHgbOlaY9r7
(not the greatest, i know, but it's hard enough to tear a teenage girl off her phone to be her mom's videographer, how embarrassing for her, right?)
I think the reason i enjoy learning boxing footwork is, because it's similar to dance, and i love to dance!
anyway, back to that fight song. i've been going through a lot these past 2-1/2 years, a lot of growing up. leaving behind some childish ways, breaking out of my self-imposed prison, finding my voice, dealing with issues and taking my life back. becoming my real self again. so when i heard this song, and then looked up the lyrics, it really resonated with me.
just like going to the boxing gym revs me up physically and gives me mental confidence when i learn new skills that i could apply in real life situations if needed, i am also encouraged by words like these, proof that i'm not the only one who has a fight going on inside of her. cuz even if nobody else believes me...i've still got a lot of fight left in me!!
so here ya go...
yeah, love this feeling.
till we return to the cage, friend.
Thursday, July 23, 2015
the last shall be first
hola! como estas? bien? que bueno. hoy tengo un "periscope alert!!!"
si, periscope! ok, no mas espanol.
What i'm trying to say is, i now have the periscope app, signed in with my twitter account, and today i tried broadcasting live from my body combat class! woo hoo! ok, so it was a little awkward, and i mostly just got some other chicks in the class, or just the cieling and the sound of Robb the instructor's voice, or someone's too-close-up-for-comfort spandex or something, and it ended after 14 minutes, but eh, not bad for a first go-round. Next time i'll try to give a heads-up first, but if you're reading this, just remember that i do this body combat class most thursday mornings, (re-starting last week, anyway, i was a bit absent for several weeks there...) so if you just check out my twitter name, jennerositync or just jennerosity, not sure, on periscope at 9:30 thursday mornings, you just might catch us in action!
But if you're quick, you can still catch a replay of it before 24 hours goes up! run! don't walk!!!
ok. seriously. today was a "launch" day, when they do a new release for the first time. ok that's redundant. new release MEANS for the first time. and Robb told us all to wear camo or black and green, which some people did, and there was a Ninja Mutant Teenage Turtle theme to it or whatever, you'll see at the end...
i'm not getting into the technical details today, just appreciated the good workout. i'll let some other dudes do that. like this guy...
Tommy Damani has a youtube channel where he reviews and breaks down every track of this new release, or whatever release we're on, and it's pretty good, if you're into learning the correct body placement and technique for these fun combat moves. he does a lot of blabbing in the beginning, though, so you can just skip to a couple minutes in. here he is..click below:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zLKcRdC3t_s
hope you enjoyed that. moving on...
this guy usually does good reviews, but this time it's just the track list:
http://grandnat.co.uk/dare-you-look-the-track-list-for-les-mills-body-combat-release-64/
and here's a chick i've never seen before, you never know what you'll find on youtube...but i guess she's an instructor somewhere in the world:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cZcPm414hgI&list=PLTjmGWwyi0KVHfRCO7mnQh5OGZmYA7vWY&index=1
ok, now my turn. had fun today. some of my favorite moves: i loved the scoops and the push kicks, and it felt so good to do elbow strikes again, love those. jump kicks were back in this release, yay, and lots of repeated side kicks, all on one leg, while balancing on the other.
but i approached class cautiously today. not only because it's been awhile since i've been a regular at this, but because i'm tired of the headaches i used to suffer every day after this class. did some research, learned that this is more of an "explosive" type of exercise, so i decided to put a bit less "explosion" into my moves, and maybe i'd suffer less. so i was gentler, calmer, as a fighter today.
funny, but just as i was getting started, getting into my gentler mode of fighting today, in prances this one girl, and i'm not trying to judge here, but she was so totally opposite of the gentler fight mode i was attempting, that it was very distracting, especially since she came in late and claimed a spot right smack in front of me, blocking my view of the mirror. (that is sooo annoying..) but anyway, as i chided myself for trying to judge at first, i realized that i kind of saw myself in her. a forty-something mom, going absolutely crazy in this class, throwing every molecule into her punches like her life depended on it. actually she was much more fit than i am, and i know that she does have a personal trainer, as well, which explains the clearly defined muscles to the point that her legs didn't even look soft or feminine anymore. sorry, that was judging.
any-hoo, i know that a couple years ago, just starting out, i was into this to an extreme, like i had so much fight in me i just had to get it out, and this was soooo therapeutic! it still is, but like i've mentioned elsewhere, i'm in a calmer stage right now, i'm accepting where i'm at, and i know that working out is not a life-or-death trek through the jungles of South America, ready to pounce and fight off every cheetah or anaconda or drug lord that crosses my path. no, this is just my life, my routine of keeping my body in good health so i can live for a reeeeeally reeeeeeally long time, like past 100, maybe. (if it's a good life, i'd like that, otherwise, take me Jesus!!)
all that blabber to say, i still enjoy the combat sport, the way it bangs you into great shape, but i'm not so personal about it anymore. i'm done fighting for my life. The Lord is fighting for me.
ok, now my turn. had fun today. some of my favorite moves: i loved the scoops and the push kicks, and it felt so good to do elbow strikes again, love those. jump kicks were back in this release, yay, and lots of repeated side kicks, all on one leg, while balancing on the other.
but i approached class cautiously today. not only because it's been awhile since i've been a regular at this, but because i'm tired of the headaches i used to suffer every day after this class. did some research, learned that this is more of an "explosive" type of exercise, so i decided to put a bit less "explosion" into my moves, and maybe i'd suffer less. so i was gentler, calmer, as a fighter today.
funny, but just as i was getting started, getting into my gentler mode of fighting today, in prances this one girl, and i'm not trying to judge here, but she was so totally opposite of the gentler fight mode i was attempting, that it was very distracting, especially since she came in late and claimed a spot right smack in front of me, blocking my view of the mirror. (that is sooo annoying..) but anyway, as i chided myself for trying to judge at first, i realized that i kind of saw myself in her. a forty-something mom, going absolutely crazy in this class, throwing every molecule into her punches like her life depended on it. actually she was much more fit than i am, and i know that she does have a personal trainer, as well, which explains the clearly defined muscles to the point that her legs didn't even look soft or feminine anymore. sorry, that was judging.
any-hoo, i know that a couple years ago, just starting out, i was into this to an extreme, like i had so much fight in me i just had to get it out, and this was soooo therapeutic! it still is, but like i've mentioned elsewhere, i'm in a calmer stage right now, i'm accepting where i'm at, and i know that working out is not a life-or-death trek through the jungles of South America, ready to pounce and fight off every cheetah or anaconda or drug lord that crosses my path. no, this is just my life, my routine of keeping my body in good health so i can live for a reeeeeally reeeeeeally long time, like past 100, maybe. (if it's a good life, i'd like that, otherwise, take me Jesus!!)
all that blabber to say, i still enjoy the combat sport, the way it bangs you into great shape, but i'm not so personal about it anymore. i'm done fighting for my life. The Lord is fighting for me.
oh, that's right. the teenage ninja noodle terriors or warriors or whatever.. i think it was in a song someplace. anyway, you know i just hate winning stuff. no no i mean, sure it'd be great if i could ever win a lottery or a trip to costa rica on wheel of fortune or something big, but it seems whenever i enter some silly drawing in a public place, i end up winning some silly prize and have to embarrass myself walking up in front of everybody to claim it. it happened when i was 4 years old at a church picnic. i won a sandbox toy. it happened in second grade. i won a bag of stupid uncooked cranberries at a church potluck. that was horrible. we had to guess the number of marbles in a jar, and why did i have to be so smart. when they announced the winner, i was in the process of trying to sneak out the door, when they called my name, dang it, and somebody saw me out in the hallway and made me go back in and claim my stupid cranberries. how humiliating for a super shy little girl! and what's a kid supposed to do with a pound of cranberries???? ay-yi-yi!!
any-hoo. i digress. so during this class, Robb reminded us to put our names in the drawing. i was the last in line for the pen to scrawl my name on a slip of paper and drop it in. almost left the line to re-join the class, hated missing part of the workout. The bag was immediately brought up to be chosen from, and after a good bit of mixing up the names, they drew mine! and here's my prize:
a teenage noodle minty turtle bath towel and washcloth!! wow!!! (actually, i'm quite fond of it, and may have to use some of these body combat moves to fight off my kids for it!!)
so have a great day, and remember, 9:30 on thursdays, i will try to broadcast live on periscope. check out the replay while it's still there.
tschuss, aufwiedersehn!!!!
(ok, wrong release, i know, but i love this little guy....and that crane move!!!)
Tuesday, May 5, 2015
Body Combat 63
Feliz Cinquo de Mayo!!
I had to re-post the following from Grandnat's Blog... a big reminder that I really need to haul my boo-tay back into my gym's Body Combat class again. Soon. I've been dealing with some headache issues lately that are brought on by various things, such as dehydration, pollen, changes in the weather, and especially by the intensity of this Body Combat class, so I've been avoiding it. I'm planning to see a specialist about these issues soon, but in the meantime, I also hope to get into the gym again soon for this awesome new Body Combat release. (after prepping for it by taking some headache medicine, drinking gallons of water, eating the right pre-work-out foods AND lots of coffee!!!)
So here it is, a review of Body Combat 63. Enjoy it vicariously, like I just did:
(and here's the link, love this guy's blog!
http://grandnat.co.uk/fight-the-resistance-review-of-les-mills-body-combat-release-63/ )
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