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Whee.

30 Jul

2 hours of weight training today, 2 hours of kickboxing practice for our final routine, and then 30 minutes brisk walking on the treadmill in the evening. Verra verra nice.

I was going to go home and see about running, but the sky was overcast and threatening to rain. I decided to call it a day and got in 30 minutes of cardio before the fitness center closed.

We played basketball today to warm up for weight training. That was fun. I overheard one of my classmates telling another girl, “Man, she tore it up in there!” *blushes*

I came home after weight training class and just to pass some time I was googling fluff articles about “finding your perfect match!” and “How to be irresistible!” and I came across this article:

How to Get a Muslim Girl Interested in You

LOOOL. Here’s a quote:

Understand that she may be submissive to you. Muslim women learn that men are superior. She may just go along with what you say and do. Make sure that she is truly having a good time with you.

What the jahannam? The article has already been flagged, but if anyone wants to make an eHow account to flag it some more, go for it. I just keep laughing hysterically. (In my head.)

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Four hours!

23 Jul

Worked out for four hours today. Two hours of weight training, two hours of kickboxing.

Had a grand and somewhat long delayed epiphany that just in case I don’t get into university this year, I should still sign up for college classes that will fulfill my pre-requisites. (I’ve been in denial.) Spent the last 40 minutes looking for Statistics and Macro/Micro Economics classes, but of course this late in the game all the good professors with good class timings are snatched up.

For Statistics I picked a professor who got the least amount of bad reviews, and mostly from kids who said, “He’s brilliant but his accent is terrible!” and “Can’t always follow along but he’s good about sitting down with you and explaining…”

I can work with an accent. Plus, the Belly Dancing Aerobics class I signed up for ends 10 minutes before, so I’ll still be full of endorphins. That should hopefully dull the pain. (I should check the members list, if any guys have signed up I’ll be forced to drop it not just for religious purposes, but out of sheer WTH-ery.)

For Principles of Economics-Macro I picked the only professor who got stunning reviews. I was wondering why there is a frog king among tadpoles when I saw the course timing: Sunday.

Lovely. Oh well, it’s not like I do anything on Sunday anyway. He’ll save me two hours of watching re-runs on Hulu.

I’m also signed up for an online Introductory Sociology class with the current teacher I have for Contemporary American Social Problems. If the class I’m currently taking fulfills the requirements for a sociology class I’ll drop this one I just signed up for.

Oh, and I signed up for Weight Training II.

The classes that I really actually need are Stats and Macro, and the ones I don’t are, uh, all the rest. The ones I want are…well, take a wild guess!

Energized.

14 Jul

I finally found my magic number for ultimate kickboxing energy: 3.

If I eat a nutritious, LIGHT MEAL approximately three hours before class, I have energy and I don’t feel loaded down. For (1st) lunch I had a homemade romaine salad with blueberries and almonds, and some olive oil as dressing. I ate at around 11:30. Around 1 PM I was feeling a little hungry, and I contemplated whether or not to eat something. I decided to hold off until after class.

Best decision ever. I felt like this was one of my best classes. Even my instructor told me how well I was doing! When I first started the class I would place myself in the last three or four rows, and now I found myself gravitating naturally toward the front because I feel so much more confident!

I just ate some of my leftover sauteed onion, green pepper and boiled egg curry from last night. So good. I had some baby carrots after that, and now I’m sitting here relaxing sipping some peppermint tea with honey.

Two hours of weight training, one hour of kickboxing. Three hours so far. Not bad. I’m going to see if I can squeeze in 45 minutes – 1 hour of walking later this evening. I hope it doesn’t rain (much).

Day Twenty-One

30 Jun

Auuuuugh. I feel like someone threw me out of a truck. Going 60 mph on the highway.

I walked for a half-hour this morning at 6 AM. Did 8 Minute Abs.

Arrived at school at 9 AM. Did weight training for two hours from 9 AM – 11 AM. Nautilus circuit, Gravitron, free weights, push-ups, more 8 Minute Abs and 8 Minute Stretch. Got in some cardio before and after the weight training session. Treadmill, Versaclimber, FreeRunner, stairstepper.

Worked on fingerspelling with my ASL student from 12 PM – 1:30 PM.

Then I had kickboxing class from 2 PM – 3 PM. In addition to THAT, I met with my group to plan our final kickboxing routine after class. Our final exam grade is choreographing a kickboxing routine. We worked on that from 3:30 – 4:30. I felt like that was a better workout than the kickboxing class itself!

After that, I headed to the library to print out a boatload of confirmation pages, directions, programs, itinerary, etc. etc. The Sister was so kind as to fax over proof of  my student status for the ISNA conference.

I went to Wal-Mart to pick up my eardrops and some 3 oz. traveling containers that are halaal with the TSA.

I’ve been awake and on the go since 5 AM…so, so tired. Alhamdulillah, it’s a good tired.

The morning was so beautiful. I went walking after I prayed Fajr, when it was still fairly dark. The streetlights were still on. The air was still and full of moisture and oxygen. Just the faintest, pinkest tendrils of light were on the horizon (well, what I could see of the horizon for the trees) and I had a sudden overwhelming wish to be at the beach, watching the sun rise.

It rained this afternoon. I drove to Walmart with the windows down and felt homesick, even though I haven’t left yet. I wish I could take you with me! I thought. Call me nuts but I really want to cram Orlando into a bag and take it with me to DC.

Day Sixteen

25 Jun

My muscles is tore up. I feel like someone threw me out of a moving vehicle.

Arrived at school at 9 AM for weight training class. Did about 15 minutes of intense cardio and then completed an entire circuit of weight training in about 45 minutes. Then I did about 5 minutes of cardio on the stairclimber, and cooled down with 8 Minute Abs and 8 Minute Stretching.

After that I had two students back-to-back. I hastily ate an apple between sessions, and by the time I got to kickboxing class I was dragging. I should have packed and ate some more food, because I was so fatigued during the kickboxing.

After the class I hung around campus for a bit because one of my students had left a note at the front desk requesting we work out for an extra session. I had called her twice to confirm that yes, I could meet her, but my calls went straight to voicemail and she never called back. I checked the fitness center and the tutoring center, but she was nowhere to be found. Oh well.

I cut off all my hair last night. Okay, not all, but a LOT. It was really starting to irritate me because the ends would get soaked in sweat and turn crispy and brittle. The longer hair is so hard to manage, and I was always afraid it would escape from under my hijab and show during my workouts. Now it’s chin-length.

My mom and grandma were really surpised when they saw my hair. They were both watching Oprah when I came home. My mom likes it.  She thought I got it professionally done, much to my disbelief. Grandma hates it, of course. She says my hair looks like Oprah’s.

It’s a really odd feeling, not having the weight of my hair anymore. The great thing is now it takes me like 2 minutes to wash it!

Insha Allah I’m going to go for my walk in about an hour, then do my abs and pushups, take a shower, tidy up, work on some coursework…hmm. I just heard some thunder rumbling ominously. Might not be able to take that walk…

Day Fourteen

23 Jun

Just finished watching New Muslim Cool with the family. Awesome.

Today was the first day of weight training class. We got warmed up with 30 minutes of cardio (3 minutes on the versaclimber, 5 minutes on the stairstepper, 5 minutes on the rowing machine, 5 minutes on the bike, 5 minutes on the cross-trainer, and 5 minutes on the treadmill) and let me tell you I haven’t sweat that much doing cardio outside of my kickboxing class. Mixing it up keeps it interesting and gets your body moving in all kinds of ways.

I’m going to have to work something out with my professor because the class cuts into one of my tutoring sessions, and because my student can’t afford the wheelchair access on Monday/Wednesday to drop her off then, I’ll see if I can come to class early and do my cardio at 8 AM – 9 AM followed by weight training. It’ll be better because when everyone is just starting their cardio, I’ll have the weight machines to myself instead of having to wait for a machine to free up and mess with my flow.

Kickboxing was slightly less brutal today. My kickboxing professor was hospitalized last week for dehydration and exhaustion, so we didn’t have class on Thursday. We kept reminding her to drink water, because she says she always forgets to drink enough water, and she’s teaching 8 sessions of classes every week so she is burning a TON of energy.

After we finished our floor session, she called us all to stand near the stereo and listen closely. “Listen up, guys,” she said. We leaned in. “I want you all…to run 5 laps upstairs!” She took off running. I took off after her, along with 4 other people who were getting with the program. “The sooner you run, the sooner you can cool down!” she called over her shoulder. We ran up the stairs to the track that circles on the second floor above the gym.

That 5th lap was really difficult. I never realized what a spiritual experience running is until I started running. Trying to get those last few paces in, every breath you’re begging Allah, “Please, just one more step, one more step…” When it would become excruciating I’d start saying almost involuntarily, “Allah…hu akbar. Allah…hu akbar…” ‘Allah’ on the inhale, and ‘hu akbar’ on the expulsion of breath.

There really is nothing quite like it.

When I got home, I did some 8 Minute Abs and later hung out with the family. We stumbled upon the premiere of New Muslim Cool channel surfing (I had totally forgotten it was today) and watched that, all the while providing sage commentary 😛 I’m going to have to re-watch it again to fully appreciate it, because I did miss about 10 minutes of it.

The last scene, when Hamza’s son asked if the comic book character lost his ‘noor’, his light, my heart melted. I can only pray that Allah gives me the guidance to raise kids like that. Ameen.