Patricia Danielle

1. the english hate the french.

2. sailboaters hate powerboaters (aka stink-pots).

i’m going sailing.

i’ll be back in 16 days.

im not sure if ill have any internet access…..hopefully NOT.

wish me luck, and the warmest wearther possible.

this is a pic of the boat.

hopefully, this is whole “boat on its side, almost falling over” thing is not anything i will be involved in……

hello my dear blog following of 3 people!

cingular’s messaging system has been down for the past week or so in my area. therefore, if anyone has tried to call, text, or leave me a message…im sorry to have to tell you that it is currently lost in cellphone space. i am not trying to ignore you. promise. believe me, i hate it more than you. i cant send texts or get them, and i cant see the calls that ive missed….darn you cingular!

mr spin instructor,

please note that weird al yankovitch songs are horrible. they really are.

please oh please play something else.

please?

thank you, patricia

thats how long it took me to get to work this morning.

the usual is about 14 minuters.

im telling you, traffic just makes me want to have my own pity-party in the car. it really does.

MY LTR Guy is kind. Kind to me, his family, babies, old people….the whole lot.

MY LTR Guy is fun. He’s up for swings at the park at 2am, pretending like there are human-eating monsters on the living-room floor while we’re watching TV, and even sitting on a blanket at the beach reading political criticism aloud to each other.

MY LTR Guy is passionate. His passion can even be for, dare I say it, ’sports!’ He just must be passionate about something. There is something undeniably attractive about a man with passion.

Patricia, 27, Los Angeles

right now i am so loving: my employees, my new work-out gloves, sports talk radio, the ‘beat of my heart’ song by hillary duff, my new mexican water bottle, coconut-lime lotion and spray, the letter magnets at work, watching/listening to college football games, working out in the mornings, my new quilt, naps, print-club pics from japan on my cell phone, apples, doing my hair, wild-n-out, buying halloween cards, emailing with b’ann all day at work, arguing conversations with jason that end up with laughing, huge jugs of water, all the talk about a sailing trip, halloween, diet 7-up, wearing the ballerina hippo necklace i bought in vegas, spin class, thrift store t-shirts, chocolate, zip-up sweatshirts, puzzles, marin being on email all day long, ucla womens v-ball games, squash, oh, and being able to say ‘no’ to chocolate.

this morning i went to my first spin class.

i was really hesitant to do so because:

a. ive heard how really hard it is.

b. i promised myself i would NEVER ride a bike again after the 2 years of doing so EVERYDAY in japan.

c. based on past experience, i know my tendency to become addicted to things, and im pretty sure spin classes will fall into the ‘addiction’ category. 

so then, after 50 mins of an intense sweating situation in a semi-dark/lit room:

a. its not only hard on the legs and butt like i imagined it would be, its also an upper body workout. You have to constantly lift yourself up or balance yourself down and its a major strain on the chest, shoulders, back, and arms! Wow.

b. im so sorry body. the whole class i watched myself in the mirror and every so often, when it got really hard, i would just chuckle to myself thinking ‘i cant believe i am making myself do this.”

c. as soon as i walked out of the class, i turned and looked at the board to see when the next spin class was. for today, for tomorrow, for weekends. see, addiction at its primary stage.

now i understand why the people in the spin classes walk out drenched in sweat afterwards. its hard. and intense. and fun. and addictive. and those people, those ’spin-people’, they are my new heros. my new fitness heros.