So a few days back I went to downtown Cleveland to watch a taping of American Ninja Warrior. I was very excited to go as I am a huge fan of that show. (Fun fact: the qualifying round and the finals round are taped ONE DAY apart. The announcers say “it’s been six weeks since the qualifying round in Cleveland”. Which is–what’s the word for it?? Oh yeah, a LIE. Why exactly?? They could just say we are back in Cleveland. Which they are. One day later. Unnecessary lie. In my opinion.)
Anyway, I got a great spot in the audience. I was standing next to The Warped Wall. I could see nearly every obstacle and then the wall close up. I was also standing in front of the “green room” where the ninjas were hanging out. Some of the most famous ninjas were standing right behind me. And running up the wall in front of me. I also had a 20 minute conversation with one of the ninjas who was giving me the scoop!! So awesome!!
So to the point. It made me want muscles. I’ve never had muscles before. I’m not a spring chicken really and I’ve been dancing with this soft body for 20 years but I want to see what it’s like to have muscles. So this is me, printing my goal for the purpose of using the possible humiliation of failure as my driving force. Taunt me about my no muscles, blog. Drive me!! I want a six pack and arm muscles large enough that crazy women dancers think twice before tossing their abuse my way.
I’ll just add —if you get a chance, go to a taping of ANW. It’s a blast!!