What’s Banxing? If celebrities can mash up words, so can I. Glamping anyone?
Banxing is another barefoot activity I enjoy on a regular basis. Barefoot isn’t just for running, you know.
Last year while watching Biggest Loser, I decided that I would add boxing to my workouts. But, I found myself tiring quickly of just hitting a bag. You can only have an imaginary fight for so long before you start thinking that if you haven’t knocked out your opponent by now you’re probably suffering from some severe black eyes and a bloody nose.
Having music blaring in the garage enhances my boxing workout. As much as I am a runner, I am that much more of a dancer. When a great song comes on during my boxing session I find my booty starts shaking then I start punching a rhythm. Next thing I know, I’m bouncing my knees and banxing (boxing and dancing) song after song.
Sometimes a song brings about more dancing than boxing. Sometimes, when I shake, shake, shake…shake, shake, shake shake my booty, I actually punch, punch, punch…punch, punch, punch, and shake my booty, shake my booty.
This last picture isn’t about banxing. I just can’t resist a good bike ride to get ice cream.
I’m three to five hours from entering THE VORTEX. The windows are down, the music is cranked, it’s hotter than heck, and I am dancing in my seat. I may not be entering the vortex at that moment, in fact, I’m driving in the opposite direction, but the Vortex knows I’ll be entering soon. Just to make sure I don’t change my mind, it calls to me like a sweet siren. It sings all my favorite party songs through the radio. One after another. I’m acting like a sixteen year old with a freshly minted license that promises a summer night of freedom and adventure. If the truck driver stuck behind me in the construction traffic could see me better, he’d classify me as a forty year old having a mid-life crises. But, I don’t care. He’s never been to Garezers. The music and the hot air whipping hair into my face promise a Garezers filled with late night music and adventure. A place you never want to leave once you enter. The vortex known as Garezers.
Since the first time I entered the Vortex, I knew, the entry is important. You don’t just drive into Garezers. After all, Garezers isn’t just a camp ground. It isn’t even just a Latvian cultural center. It is a VORTEX that calls people home from California to Latvia (even as far as Australia). When you enter Garezers, you make a pledge to dance. To sing. To keep people awake until 6 am! You don’t drive into the Vortex, you make an Entrance.
I’ve had some spectacular entrances into the vortex. Back in 1996, the news of my engagement to PK (he proposed a half hour earlier) spread from the entrance to the lake before we got the entire Blazer through the gate. ABBA piloted us into Dzintar after a 12 hour pilgrimages from Pennsylvania. Maybe a few not so loud entrances if we were lucky enough to have sleeping babies.
Now, this minute, I anxiously wait for my ride to Garezers. I anticipate my entrance into the vortex. There’s only one thing to do, act like we are in the Vortex. Let’s dance!
Tell me, how do you enter the vortex known as Garezers?
Check out this YouTube video. These people know what I’m talking about. It’s not my video so I can’t control the angles.
And, I can’t resist this face!
Sure, I should be writing about how much I love running again. More likely, I should be finishing up my work report.
But, I’m not because the kids are asleep, I’ve got a cool one in my hand, and the buds in my ears. It’s a Friday night dance-a-thon right here in my living room.
Put down that remote and join me on the living room dance floor!
My front windows double as dance studio mirrors! Yes, I think I can dance.
Edit: you know what is great about being your own DJ? You can replay a great song until you get your fill, skip a song that doesn’t “move” you, and pause your favorite until you get done peeing! I love Friday night living room dance floor!
Edit: Proof that you never know what is going to move you. Currently playing, Sonata in C Minor.
Edit: you know what’s great about ear buds? I can crank the music as loud as though it would shatter the windows but the kids can still sleep! That would be Sunday, Bloody Sunday
Edit: Lynard Skynard said, “turn it up,” so I did.
Edit: It’s getting late/I’m getting old. Now, I’m sitting in a chair nodding my head to the beat.
Double edit: Tainted Love… It calls for a return to the floor.
Edit: the night is never over till ABAA has been played. Take A Chance On Me and you’ll see I’m right.