Riot and Frolic

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I own and rock people’s faces off teaching ballroom dancing at Dancers Studio in St. Paul, MN. My husband and I compete professionally in American style and wrangle eight children in our spare time. I’ve been teaching and competing in ballroom dancing for over 25 years and have lots of opinions on it. I am an expert by any means, but there are quite a few dancers who are better than me and I have a solid knowledge of basic technique, so suck it.

Digital 40 Days – Quarterly Report

In hindsight, I don't think the first of the year was a great time to start this project of "8am RUN YOGA!"  We had a big trip planned (a wedding in North Carolina and skiing in West Virginia), there was a dance competition directly after the trip, and I am freaking tired.  

But then again, maybe those are great reasons to have started it.  

Here's my progress so far:

Day one: hungover. Running. Happy new year.

Day two: easy yoga via yogaglo.com. Seriously love that Tara girl.

Day Three: 2 mile run after driving/passengering in the car for 10 hours. 10 hours and then running.  Inside at a foreign Lifetime Fitness (some very friendly gym in Indiana), but SACRIFICE, nonetheless.

Day Four: lovely quiet vinyasa on the carpet next to my bed at the Stowe Manor.  Seriously, in a house full of 25 early-risers, I never thought I'd be the first one awake and, like, conscious.

 

bomb house

where my sis-in-law got married

stowe manor

yeah, I slept here

Day Five: SICK AS A DOG. Thought of running despite the… running, but wisely withdrew for the day.  Fun fact: a 24-hour bug flew around the Manor and the in-laws-to-be in the days surrounding the wedding.  I got it ON the wedding day, as did several of the groomsmen.  

 

Day six: at the ski lodge… a little yoga flowing in the hallway while everyone else was arguing (for fun) downstairs.

 

loggers run

ski-in/ski-out, beaches!

 

Day 7: running in the altitude. And the snow. After snowboarding. 'Cause that's how I roll.

Day 8: NO ONE ELSE IS IN THE HOUSE.  Did I mention we were with 25+ people?  I'm not sure how I lucked out, but I yoga-ed like no one was watching.  Because no one was.

 

loggers run

my spot for heavy breathing

 

Day 9 & 10: FELL OFF THE WAGON.  Despite my best intentions to get up before our breakfast reservation and go for a run, the entire house was buzzing with packing and chatting and people at the ungodly hour of 8am.  I ran up and down the stairs about 47 times fetching our belongings from all over the townhouse, but didn't actually put on running shoes.  

Day 10 consisted of arriving at our house, drunkenly (from sleep deprivation, not drinking) throwing the kids and myself into bed, sleeping for 3 hours, unpacking, re-packing for a dance thing, and driving to the hotel for the competition.  

But Day 11!  Watch out for the next quarter.  There's meditation and shit happening.  

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