Doing dancing exercises again

Oof. It burns so good.

I keep picturing Marion standing there. If I had one inspirational picture hanging in my room, it would be a picture of Marion just looking at me. And the caption would be "Try."

So simple. But he had a way of demanding your best just by standing there. You wanted to give it to him. Only your best was good enough--if you weren't going to try your hardest; wring every feeling out of every muscle--why were you there in the first place?

So I try, whem I'm on the ground doing crunches with my feet at as close to a right angle to the floor as I can make them. Point, flex, point, flex, point, flex, spread. Turned in, turned out. Mm. I'm happy.

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Sometimes I wish I wasn't going to Spain with the choir. This is one of those times.