I taught my first group fitness class here in Alaska today. All the people who have been involved in getting me ready for this have been supportive and have complemented me so much, it might give one an ego.
Well, if I had an ego, it was deflated today.
Only one person came to the class.
And that one person was one of the office people that works at the club. He had taken the training weekend for this particular group fitness class, too, so it was like preaching to the choir.
Bummed as I was about that, at least it gave me a chance to practice using my iPod for the music and setting up the head mic. I got to feel what it was like to move with that thing and I've discovered that I prefer the old school way: Military voice, like I used in teaching martial arts. Still, I'm just not used to it. As soon as I am, I'll probably appreciate it more.
And now for something completely different...
I can feel the change in the air today. There is a colder, stronger wind blowing. Last night we were shivering, so we closed the windows and put on sweaters. While the fall colors are not evident here yet, they've already started farther north in Fairbanks. Autumn is on its way
And in entertainment news...
My best friend has had some struggles with the theatre she works at. They're in need of new material for melodramas, so I've decided to help them out and put my extra time to some productive use. In this, my best friend and I are very compatible; she has little time to write and many ideas, while I have tons of time and can usually write well as long as I have an idea to begin with. That's always the hardest part for me, coming up with ideas.
So now I need an idea of what to write for National Novel Writers Month in November.
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Do not despair, my faithful partner in crime! Things will get better! In the meantime, I'll try to think of an idea or three for your next novel...
OK, this has nothing to do w/ your post, but I couldn't resist contemplating something in light of recent political events. When you traded one backwater for another, did you ever think in a million years that the new backwater would give us the next vice president? (So I'm being optimistic. So sue me.)
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