...It turns out white man CAN jump.
The other night, I had a hot date. And by "hot" I mean, I started it out just like us girls do in college, where I totally planned a group "meet me there" gig, and then manipulated a boy to take me to it. I better back up and explain, so get cozy.
As mentioned before, I'm competitive when I can be. So, with all this March Madness, our gym is having a promotion and competition. We get a team of 5 people, and earn points by working out, and going to different classes. If you can get your whole team of 5 to a class, you triple your points. Holla TEAM ST. MARY'S! I picked St. Mary's because it fit with my team: Women, holy and pure. The actual NCAA Men's Basketball team of St. Mary's lost first round, but whatever.
So, this forces my gym to get me to try new things. Spinning is still a big no-no for me.Then there was this big Boot Camp Party Workout, and it helps you rack up the points for your team. Personally, I see an extreme gramatical error in listing "workout", "bootcamp" and suggesting it's all fun with "party", but I mean, come on,TRIPLE POINT PLAY? I'm in. Let's do this.
Atleast with this, I'm fairly certain I'll win a free t-shirt. So, I signed us up for the Boot Camp Workout Party.And by "us" I mean, Ricardo and I. Let it be known that Ricardo is NOT on my team nor anyone elses for that matter, but I thought it would be fun for us to do together. And cue the luring of a guy to a "party" so he can meet me there. I was brilliant enough to not tell him the EXACT specifications of the workout party of this party. "It's some kind of workout and then party...I can't remember the name of it, but there's food and beer afterwards....Yeah? You cool with it? Sweet, I'll sign us up, baby." You workout and then get fed and beer, so you are simply working for your beer. Yin and Yang. The balance of nature, really.
Once Ricardo figured out it was bootcamp, he only cringed for half a second. I think he's in good enough shape that he knows he can handle it. AND, he's willing to see how soon I'll barf in front of all the other people. I'm happy to say, we both made it. I didn't barf, even though I'm sure it was worth it for the anticipatioin for him.
After the workout, we were sitting with friends and discussing creative workouts - and the one we just did in Boot Camp. Ricardo casually mentions one of his college workouts when he was a superstar. The workout, per his suggestion, was a dunking contest. Of which Ricardo's goal, back in the day, was to touch the TOP of the backboard. I'm fascinated and can't believe I didn't already know this. He goes on to mention that he could dunk from the free throw line and in this workout, he could touch his armpit to the rim of the effn basketball goal. Are you kidding me!? And, ow. I bet that hurt. First of all, I guess white men can jump. And secondly, had I even thought of, let alone, mentioned a workout, my coach would have me on the line to run sprints with "How about this for a workout Leslie?" and a kackle not far from a mix of the Wicked Witch of the West mixed with a little Dr. Evil all rolled into one.
I was fascinated with the fact that he not only could do such a workout, but that he was so blaise about it. He wasn't even bragging. He was just remembering the good ol days. His glory days were a slight bit different then mine, with him being at a larger school and being successful and all. And by "successful" I mean four-time All-American, second in the nation, and that measley little 18 year record and all that. What blew me away even more is that I didn't know this about him already. I knew he'd been a very successful high jumper and had a lot of fun in college. A LOT. I'm guessing I was so busy talking and yapping about MY glory days all these years, that he couldn't get a word in edgewise, so now I'm forced to listen in on conversations with other people.
Ricardo and I have been together roughly for about 10 years. Today is our anniversary: Lucky number SEVEN. I think noting our anniversary isn't half as important as learning something new about this guy - other than stuff like he leaves his dirty clothes behind the door of our bathroom instead of putting them in the hamper that's three feet away. I'm willing to accept that it's simply physically impossible for him to do so. Just like it's physically impossible for me to go to bed at night without eating chocolate. Fair enough. For days now, I've been day dreaming of my man dunking in his track suit. And watching how much fun he must have had with his team mates.
This is all good, because typically, we end up forgetting our anniversary, only to be reminded by his Gramma who sends us a nice card. Atleast we mutually forget.
This year, did something very romantic. VERY. We went to a waterpark/hotel with the kids, JulzHOLLA! and her family. Escorting kids to the bathroom from the pool, scurrying screaming kids in wet suits up to the room, pizza delivery, trying to explain that "slumber party" for 5 year olds means "go to sleep...ALL OF YOU....ALL TOGETHER AND RIGHT NOW!" So Romantic!
I wouldn't have it any other way. It's like having a slam dunk contest in training for high jumping: Pertinent to the performance, breaking up the workouts with some fun, lots of work, more smiles, sharing it with great pals and ultimately, keepin it fresh. And every now and then, a big hairy armpit hits the rim....wait a second....
That's how I roll.
Happy Anniversary, My Wesley!
HAPPY ANNIVERSARY....LATE,
And, Glad you're back.
We seem to be genetically predisposed to pick men who are hamper challenged.....Your father and your grandfather either deposited the dirty clothes directly on top of or in front of the hamper. Ask me later about someone who has a nice tidy "pile" beside the bed.
Ricardo is full of surprises! He rocks!
Just to clear something up a little bit. I leave my clothes (just underwear and socks, and occasional shirt) behind the bathroom door, but someone else in our marriage leaves PILES of clothes, clean mixed with dirty on the bed every day, also mixed in with some shoes, belts, hangers, gym bags, hair spray and whatever else she feels like leaving on the bed. Every day.... So every day when I go to bed I have to remove all of her clean and dirty clothes, shoes, belts, gym bag, makeup kits, hair spray, hangers and other misc. items before I can go to sleep. But that's what makes her my lady and that's why I love her!