Day 72

Today is day 72 of P90X.  You would think that by now it would be easier, or more fun, or at least more of an auto pilot sort of thing.  But its not really.  Every night it's a struggle to get on my computer and pop in the disk.  Some nights are harder than others depending on what the workout is.  But lucky for me I have a few lovely ladies in my life that keep me going and keep me on track.

Here they are:

That's Hannah at the top with her little girl who was being suuuuuuuuper adorable.  And then at the bottom you have me, Amy, Hannah, and Nicole.

This is how we workout.  And we chat about what's been going on and what struggles we have and you know, just your average girl talk.  It's great because I get to see my girls just about every day of the week.  And who wouldn't love that?

I try to keep myself motivated in other ways too.  For instance, I found this picture the other day that made me laugh and laugh and laugh.

 I mean, how creepy is that day 90 picture??  Soooooo creepy.  I think I would rather be the before picture.  But it still makes me laugh every time I see it.

On a completely separate note, my favorite quote (or "Tony-ism") from P90X is when we are doing triceps extensions (laying down) and he says "Don't smash your face!"  Then I found a picture of this guy (whoever he is) with this shirt.  And I want it soooooo bad.  So if you are feeling generous and want to get me a birthday present (my birthday is a week from today) then feel free to seek out this man and figure out where he got this shirt and get one for me.  K? Okay.  Thanks!

Two and half more weeks and I can officially say that I am a P90X grad.  How cool is that??? Holla!

Recital

Last Saturday Alex had a tap recital that I went to.  She is taking a tap class (she is in college) and at the end of the semester there is a recital for all of the dance classes at the school.  There was also a dance company that preformed and ya-dee ya-dee ya.  It was great.  You get it.

Anyways, my point in writing this post was to tell you about one of the performances.  And no, it is not the one Alex did.  She really did great though, and we all cheered.  But that is not the one i wanted to tell you about.

It was maybe the second or third performance, and out filed about twenty or so people.  Both men and woman.  Their ages ranged from 18 to maybe 40 years old.  I don't really know, it was hard to say.  Some carried hula hoops and some carried long ribbons, and some didn't carry anything.  Right away you could tell this one was going to be different.  Every person on stage was somehow afflicted with a handicap.  A few had Down Syndrome while the rest had other physical and mental handicaps.  My heart was already melting.  I don't care who you are, it takes a lot of courage to get up on stage and perform in front of people.

The music started and there was one person leading the group.  You could tell they were nervous, but they knew their parts and they glanced back to the leader every now and then to make sure they were on point.  I think I cried through the entire thing. Tears streamed down my face from beginning to end.  It was just beautiful what they were doing.  Not because they all did their parts at the exact right moment or because the moves they were doing were so amazing, but because it just...was.  I don't even know how to tell you, but it was just amazing.

I sort of felt like an idiot crying there in the front row.  I mean who just cries like that...in public no less?  But I did.  And I don't care.

And when they were done the audience roared and screamed and praised them for their performance.  They had the loudest and biggest reaction from the audience, by far.  They shuffled off the the stage with their faces lit up like nothing could touch them.

It was wonderful and I'm so glad I got to see it.