This is my second post for today. For some unintended reason visited my page at https://steemitboard.com/@geekdancing and noticed something absolutely dreadful. NOT A DAILY AUTHOR! Whaaaaaat! Not even once? Well that's an easy task to fulfill. So better get right to it.
There's the Actifit post of the steps that I got yesterday already done. Post number one.
Then this one where I announce that I'm going to do this. Though better find something more to say than just this: I'm going to post 4 times today... Second post.
And I think I feel a @monomad post coming so that's three.
Then there's one more topic left to invent. I could make a new video post through @threespeak perhaps? A move your ass thingy. That depends though. Do I have enough video material to make a short music videoish post. Or do I have time to do a short workout in front of the camera. New, fresh footage. Ah, as we all know, although the end result might be short, it wasn't that when making it. There's always the 10 minutes to two hours in front of the mirror thinking what a hag looks towards you from the mirror, then desperate attempts to try and make so tight braids or a bun that all the wrinkles vanish and you get a free face lift at the same time as long as you can tolerate the excruciating pain coming from the tighter than tight hairdo. Then change your opinion to completely opposite and think if it's a good idea to just comb your entire hair from back to front. Not a comb over from one side to another to cover ones baldness, but from back to front to cover a face. But after a while, sometimes this whole process takes two seconds, sometimes days, you decide to fade out few spots with powder, add a little eyeliner or some shit that when accidentally poked in to your eyeball makes your one eye all red and the end result is worse than what it was when you begun, you put your hair so and so, somehow, somewhere where it's not in the way. And think, "Wow, that cow looking at me from the mirror is pretty okay if I squint my eyes and turn of the lights". And if you close the eye that you didn't poke, everything looks blurry and bloody and teary anyway so you're good to go. Then you get to choose your clothes. "Does my bum look big enough in this?" How about lights? One from this direction and one from this... And you haven't even started to shoot. Eventually when you are satisfied with all the other stuff, you start shooting the workout and end up doing the same things over and over so many times that every single cell in your body is trembling from exhaustion and you can't even lift your hands to take out the camera from the stand and you roll to the shower to recover all this for four hours. But after that you look at the footage and think what a good rest day this was, completely ignoring the fact that you are going to be really, really, really sore tomorrow, not to mention the day after tomorrow.
Or perhaps just a notation of how lazy I really am although I sometimes may appear to be quite active. It could be a salutation, a praise poem...ish to lazy assness. That would be a good topic too, because today after all is my rest day.
But well see.
And I guess this is enough text for now.
Better go out and buy some foam rollers for my customers in my classes.
