Pitbull performing at the 2011 Zumba convention
Imagine my extreme disappointment when I discovered that simple obsession with Zumba was not enough to procure a ticket to the party. You have to be certified as a Zumba instructor to go to the convention.
If you've been reading this blog for any length of time, you know where this is going.
On April 5, I will be licensing as a Zumba instructor, which consists of an 8-hour workshop. Never one to do anything half-assed, I decided a 1-day workshop without a test was not sufficient to be qualified to teach a fitness class and I should get my Canadian Fitness Professionals (Can Fit Pro) Fitness Instructor Specialist (FIS) certification too.
This is how I ended up spending every waking non-child-care minute of the last week reading about bioenergetics and the anatomy of the heart, in frantic preparation for my three-day FIS course starting this Friday. The written exam is on March 14 and I go back to my actual job as an accountant on March 4, so I don't have much serious study time left.
Once the written exam is done, I have to design a fitness class and teach it to a bunch of my friends for my practical exam. It occurred to me I will need an iPod for this, so a few days ago I bought a very pretty red iPod touch. Swoon. I then further abused my credit card by having an input jack installed in my car, since apparently Mazda didn't feel a 2007 mid-level sedan needed to be compatible with an MP3 player.
Ooh la la!
These shenanigans haven't left much time for blogging, so I'm glad to be joining up with Stasha at Monday Listicles for a list of 10 little things that bring me joy. This week's topic was chosen by Wendy at Stamping Rules.
Here they are:
1) The fresh smell of my baby's soft, downy hair against my face.
2) Putting the next season into the DVD player right away after a cliff-hanger season finale, because I waited to watch the show until several seasons in (ahem, Dexter).
3) My toddler's shriek of excitement and wild dash across the room to jump on me when she sees me for the first time in a few hours.
4) When the bass kicks in, purring down my spine.
5) Slowly waking up with the late-morning sun in my eyes to complete, blissful silence.
6) Putting on a non-nursing bra for the first time since the baby was born.
7) Seeing the first Christmas carton of Candy Cane Chocolate Fudge Crackle ice cream sparkling at me through the grocery store freezer door.
8) Being so enthralled by a book that sleep seems unnecessary (Gone Girl or The Thirteenth Tale, anyone?).
9) Moving in perfect time to the music.
10) Sex. By myself, with my husband, it's all good.