Fitness is Not Fun

So I’m entering my fourth month of living in Chicago and slowly growing sicker and sicker of the endless winter by the day.  Thank god for George R. R. Martin for at least creating a vivid fantasy world in which I can pretend this endless winter is legit, and that I have to protect my country from those mysterious demons that dwell beyond the wall of ice, and stuff like that.  At least in that scenario, the ice is protecting me from unknown evils instead of just bugging the crap out of me.

First of all, there are no hills to sled down in the midwest so snow is COMPLETELY pointless.  Also, for some reason nobody in Chicago shovels their sidewalks, including businesses.  Why.  Why.  Rude.  So anyway, three months has been about how long it’s taken for the magic of a new city to wear off and for me to start to grow disgruntled.  Because of this, February is Operation: Make Friends and Do Stuff Month.  I started by signing up for dance classes, because that’s what I do when I’m in a new place.

I found an adult ‘dance fitness’ studio a block north of where I work, so I signed up for their $100/month unlimited class new member special.  So far, I’ve taken one hip-hop class and my body is reacting violently to the athletic movements I’m asking of it.  I was really hoping for something like a choreography class, but it was super cardio-y and we had to do jumping jacks and push-ups and just all of these things that I have not asked of any muscle group in at least a year, probably more.

So, I was originally signed up for a cardio class tonight, a Zumba class tomorrow, and another hip-hop/jazz-y class on Thursday but I had to cancel my cardio class tonight because I will collapse into a pile of twigs if I don’t give my body the time to get its lactic acid under control.  Pros of this place: everyone is around my age (maybe they could be my friends??), if the one class I’ve taken is a representative sample then the classes overall are fun and challenging, and it’s super conveniently located.  Only con: it’s pretty pricey.  I feel like if I’m going to be paying around $100/month for what are essentially specialized fitness classes, I could probably go get a gym membership and take their group classes and get a bunch of bonus services (like spa access, indoor/outdoor pool at a few, and…I dunno I guess some workout machines or whatever.)

I am definitely going to continue getting my money’s worth out of this $100 all-access pass and see if future classes change my perspective at all.  Just as soon as I’m able to lift my arms above my head without wincing….

Quotation Labs Launch!

Hello there,

This first post is making me a bit nervous because I feel like I’m trying to sum up the future without knowing anything about what’s going to happen!  An impossible task that certainly will not be accomplished through a blog post.  I suppose I should stop worrying.

Anyways, I will lay out my planned post schedule and tell you a bit about myself and what I hope to get out of this blog as a structure to start with.

Who Am I?

I’m Maddie.  As the description bar states, I am a twentysomething living in Chicago and trying my hand at figuring out how to keep myself happy and entertained in a place where it is currently -6 degrees and I know very few people.  I’m a daycare teacher studying to be an elementary school teacher and I spend lots of time reading books, sitting under my heated blanket wishing it was warmer, trying to make the spaces I occupy beautiful and efficient, and doing craft projects both by myself and with the students at work.

My Plan

I plan to post on a regular schedule so that I and everyone else can keep track of what is going on.  I do best on schedules.  Schedules are my very good friends.

Monday:  Lifestyle (What am I up to?  What am I doing?  Why?)

Tuesday: Beauty Post (I am attracted to the ue/eau semi-alliteration in Tuesday and Beauty, FYI)

Wednesday: Weekly Project (again with the alliteration, obviously)

Friday:  Student Craft Roundup (projects I did with the elementary school kids during the week at work)

Saturday: Organization Day (tidy up after the squalor of the work week)


Why is this suddenly structured like a five-paragraph English essay?  I don’t know.  Onward!