Reason #764 to eat the contents of the entire kitchen.

Monday: dance class for an hour and a half before I teach five 4-6 year old kids how to cha-cha and waltz.
Tuesday: two hours of leg-numbing, brow-sweat induced Latin medley practice. The handstand kills me, and tonight I was too exhausted to even do it. (No more runs before dance, or at least Latin practice.)
Wednesday: oh, standard! Two hours of perfecting lines and cleaning footwork, mixed in with run-thru's of this five minutes medley.
Thursday: the team is back together again! A quick run-through of our other dances for upcoming performances and the such, then back to good 'ol competition work. Did I mention the Latin medley is being overhauled? It's intense.
Friday: I get to practice for an hour and a half with my competition partner (who is quite hilarious, awesome, and a great dancer...yet we have difficulty with planning practices) then I teach ten - yes, ten - 7-10 year old kids how to tango and samba. Which reminds me, I must find slower samba music!
Saturday (is a special day...): dance class with our world-class, one-in-a-million instructor Lynne for an hour and a half, then team for another three hours, unless we have a competition or something like that.

Sunday! Thank Heaven (and really Heavenly Father) for that blessed day, and for 1 o'clock church. Sleep is cherished, and boy do I take advantage of a little nap time.

Just to give you a little idea beyond that schedule rough schedule, this week I will have danced for at least 17 hours. No joke. I'm serious, Joe. It's a good thing I absolutely love what I do.

Okay, so now for the thing that's absolutely nuts: I am going to the gym, too. My step-father, Chris, picked up on my occasional comment (or every day complaint) of being...well... let's just say out of shape, and I don't like running alone, and I definitely don't like running alone and in the rain. That's just screaming for a murder in the murky ditch water. It happens. Seriously. Okay, so I totally just went off on a tangent, but he got me a membership to the gym for Christmas , if you hadn't picked up on that one already.

I'm just kidding, that's not the part that's nuts. The thing that I have done this time that is really /incredibly/ stupid is telling my coach that my goal before national competitions is to keep up with him on a 5K. BAD IDEA. I must have been drugged that day, because no sane person would ever say that, and definitely would never say that to his face. Last time we ran a 5K he was jumping up and down in front of me in a I'm-happier-than-a-dog-with-a-pillow sort of way saying encouraging things like, "come on, Nelson! keep up!" .... bad idea. Wanna hear my response? You do, so here it is: "Mecham, with all due respect, SHUT UP!" He finished three minutes before me.

Yup. Go, me.

Bottom line? I've lost my mind and am wearing myself out. Good thing? I'm getting a six-pack even though I eat the entire contents of the fridge on a daily basis.