All right. Here I am again, giving you blatantly honest Amanda-ness.
However, before I do, I have to apologize for all the times that I took videos and pictures of my, um, Amanda-ness and never shared it with you.
Like last spring when I decided to shave my hair off during the first month the pandemic hit. Or when I jumped into Lake Superior on May first (yes, it was COLD!!!). Or when I went paddle boarding with my ex-husband's new wife and we had such a blast together that she thought we were soulmates. Or when I crashed on my mountain bike while I was giving a lesson (super emnbarrassing!). Or when my little boy and I crank up the funky tunes on the front porch and have dance parties with the bubble machine and crazy wigs... in the summer time... with all the tourists. At least we make them laugh!
So today I had to get out for a... something. Anything! I did't want to commit to a "real" workout since my son's Halloween candy stash (okay, it's really my stash) is beginning to settle around my waist.
But something had to be done.
So I slid on my headphones, clicked on my trusty Pandora Club/Dance station, laced up my running shoes and threw on some winter gear for the extremities. Cuz it's snowing.
Now if you remember, I hate running. If you don't remember, you can read about it here.
Luckily, I don't fit in a box very well, and I turn my "run" into a dance party. Yes. A dance party for one because nobody else can even hear the music I am dancing to, and I'm, well, the only person dancing. In the woods. On the trail. In the parking lot in front of my house.
Because I love it, and that's all that matters.
It makes me feel liberated and gets the blood pumping.
And if anyone should see me doing that, well, I really can't imagine what they would say.
If they don't know me, they might say:
- "What the heck? Was that person just dancing in the woods?"
- "Guess there are some real freaks at the end of the road, honey."
- "Who was that? I want to join!"
If they know me, they will probably say:
- "There goes Amanda dancing and singing with her headphones again. Ooh, she's got some new moves!"
- "Oh, my neighbor is so embarrassing!"
- "That Amanda. She's a strange one."
And all of those things are fine with me. They are observations, and everybody is entitled to their own opinion. I have mine!
Busting a move gets me through a run. I love it. And I honestly can't help it when that beat drops, you know???
So if you see some weirdo dancing in the woods next time you're up here, it just might be yours truly. You can say hello, but don't bug me... I'm on a run!
No shame, no gain. Just me and my headphones and hat... red-faced after a "run."
Hey, now. You stay awesome, okay? The world needs more awesome people in it!