This weather is murdering my foot, and my sense of drive.  It's forty fucking degrees!  FORTY.   I got up at 5, realized it was fucking pouring (and forty degrees...).  Further realized my foot was thrumming right along with the rain drumming on the roof.  Went back to sleep.

Fuck.

Dug out the belly dance video. I've been watching and sort of swaying along with some on Youtube.  Today, I actually did it.  I think I realize, now why I always feel like an enormous failure. The one I have just kinda plunges you right into dancing.  No warmups! No stretching!  No opening your form, and flowing.  Just...you're standing there, and then you start hip circling.  Then, about 15 minutes of hip dropping, torso whatever, shimmying,I get a major stitch, and quit.  It feels good, conceptually, but I'm durrin it wrong.  I wish I were more coordinated. I can fuck like amazeballs, I can pound and sway and shimmy and do it to some primal rhythm all day...till someone sets it to music, then I look like I'm trying to shake toilet paper off my ass.

Today, with the help of some Youtube videos, I had a better time of things.  Only, with all the pivoting, The Tendon started burning, so I quit fast.  When the pain lets up, I'm going to do my little medicine ball twisty routine.  That always makes me feel like I did something.

Right now, I'm freezing ass cold, fighting to stay awake. No real motivation except to play some old school video games and maybe take a nap, when I inevitably drift off hitting the attack button.