First of all, a quick shoutout to the dude that found my blog by searching “me and my sweaty helmet.” And a special treat for all my helmet-loving readers out there…
I haven’t posted in awhile – desolée! The last two weeks-ish of the school year were insane – finishing up exams, grades, and report card comments, moving classrooms (air conditioning! yay!), first aid and CPR classes, end of the year and retirement parties, even a baby shower! When you add in all my sweaty activities, I was one busy girl [which is exactly how I like it!].
I am now officially five days into Summer Vaca 2011. For those of you that don’t know, I scored a super sweet summer gig with the Metroparks at Beach Adventure Camp. I work M-F 7:30 (yes, am) until noon. Here is a short list of the things I have been paid to do in the past four days…
- paint rocks
- play Capture the Flag
- build sandcastles
- lose at checkers
- dig huge holes in the sand
- roll down the lighthouse hill
- be the sunscreen Nazi
- refuse to play dodgeball
- invent “opposite hand dodgeball”
- spend hours searching for sea glass
As far as my sweaty activities go, I have a new one to announce: boxing! I boxed a little tiny bit when I was teaching in Parma, and today was my intro class at GriffonRawl Academy. I was a little nervous about going, because most of the boxing/MMA gyms I looked into seemed to be full of scary-looking rapist types without a girl in sight. I was pleased to see two other girls in the boxing class at GriffonRawl, and I felt 100% comfortable there. I liked the atmosphere of the gym – a little bad ass, very sweaty, and a f-load of swearing (if you don’t know me personally, the F-bomb is my favorite weekend/after school word).
The instructor teamed me up with a MMA fighter named Yvon (of course I took the opportunity to show off my mad Croatian language skills), and we went over the basic stance, the six basic punches, parrying, blocking, all all that jazz. It was about 621.5 degrees in there, so I was a sweaty fool when we were done, even without working too hard. I will definitely be going back, and if I decide to stick with it, I will cancel my YMCA membership. It seems like a big ol’ waste of money lately, since I don’t ever go. Ev-er. I’d rather spend money on something new that will hold my interest and help me get a little stronger. And a lot more bad ass. Ja sam jaka.What are you doing to stay sweaty this summer? I’m eyeballing the Akron half this fall!