I want to grow up just like Una

Ok, if I haven't already bored everyone silly over my gushing about the bellydance classes I'm in, allow me to reiterate just how cool, energizing, and wonderful they are. Our Monday night classes are taught by the exquisite Una, lead dancer at the Manara restaurant, who's a grandmother with a body I completely envy. She's hard, demanding, and not interested in excuses. She expects a lot from her students and won't settle for less than 100% effort. I worship her.

I have this thing for tough, feisty, demanding women, they've always been my favorite teachers, and I've always left classes with them feeling like I've really *learned* something significant. I love being challenged and really having to push myself to achieve a goal. Not that I'm entirely sure what my goal is in this case, aside from not looking like a dork in front of my class and/or an audience. But even if that's the most I can shoot for, so be it, because it's incredibly fun and I'm starting to see a definite improvement in my musculature. My upper body especially is shaping up nicely.

And now for something completely different.

I know that the tradition seems to be that an epic poem is called for when a particular Shark's player set's one's heart to thumping, but I'm no damn good at poetry so I think I'll stick with a nice, simple Haiku.

Marleau, scoring god,
Zooms down the ice, jet propelled
Burke trembles in fear.

Seriously considering a Marleau jersey, though I'd feel slightly unfaithful to Ricci.

Now if the boys can just keep up the momentum for two more games, just two more! Oh man, if they could finish this round on Friday, I'd be walking on air. Gods, I truly have become a hockey chick, haven't I?

Crunches: 80
Crushes on hockey players: 2