Confessions of a Ninja Ballerina: Strength

I’m a ballerina. My legs are super strong, so are my feet.
But, my arms? Nooooot so much.
I’m woman enough to admit that when I first started taekwan-do I could barely do ten push-ups, and that’s only going half way down.
Needless to say, I wasn’t the most impressive person there.
Over about four years of TKD, I didn’t improve much, mostly because I avoided push-ups like plague.
But there was hope.
One of my coworkers, Aaron, started making the kids in the class we teach together do push-ups. Of course, I was expected to set a good example and do the push-ups too.
So, every week, twice a week, I would grudgingly sink to my knees, straighten my legs until I was on my feet, and stretch out into a less-than-fantastic push-up position. We would then proceed to do 10, disgusting, horrific push-ups.
I still didn’t improve much. Maybe I got through the ten grueling push-ups a little easier, but I still couldn’t go down too far.
Then I realized that I didn’t actually want to improve that much. I hated push-ups, so why be good at them?
Lately I’ve been pushing myself a little bit more. Going down just a touch farther and forcing myself all the way back up, no matte how hard. I won’t pretend it’s purely self motivation that propels me through my least favorite exercise at TKD. The teasing from the guys helps a lot. Besides Aaron, we have an army dad taking classes. He likes giving me a hard time about my push-ups, all in fun, but still. Drives me to show them that I can do push-ups too.
I have most definitely been improving though. I can get almost all the way down for the first five.
I suppose the only point to this blog post is that striving to do better at something is half the battle. If you don’t want to improve, you won’t.
So go do your push-ups like a man.

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The Truth About the Last Frontier

I live in Alaska, you know that Russian territory down by Hawaii. My home is an igloo. I have a dog team that pulls my sled to school in the winter, and to friends’ igloos in the “summer”. My sister was once mauled by a penguin. My last igloo was destroyed by a polar bear. It’s always dark.

 

polar bear
Haha KIDDING!!!!!!

Okay, I’m here to dispel some myths about Alaska that the Lower 48 has. And Hawaii…. why isn’t it the Lower 49? Don’t ask me.

First off: We don’t live in igloos. We live in real houses, with walls, beds, and tv. We even have heat. Most houses up here have a fireplace.

We are not a part of Russia! Or Canada! Or a separate country! We are, in fact, a state. Neither are we down by Hawaii. They just show it that way on some maps to save room. Because, Alaska is as big as the continental US, if you include the islands. Yeah, it’s that big.

Not everyone owns sled dogs. Lots of people do, but not everyone. No, the main form of transportation up here is cars. We have roads. Paved roads. Well… some of them are paved. Most of them are paved.

We actually have a summer. It even  gets into the 80’s every summer. Sometimes it reaches the 90’s.

There. Are. No. Penguins. In. Alaska.

None.

That’s Antarctica. The other pole.

Yes, there are polar bears, but only way, way, way up north. Arctic Circle. No, the bears you have to worry about are the grizzly bears. Black bears aren’t very threatening.

Alaskans see the sun too, just like every other part of the world. Granted, days get pretty short in the winter, it gets dark around 4 in December, the sun doesn’t rise again until around 11 the next day. At least in my neck of the woods. However, in the summer, the sun hardly ever sets. Seriously, it’s called the Land of the Midnight Sun for a reason…

So what other questions do you have about Alaska? I’ll be happy to answer them 🙂