I Like to Move it, Move It - New Music to Dance To

Last night I watched a movie that Marble Man recorded from the Documentary Channel called: The Sound of Rio:Brasilerinho. The subject is a native Brazilian style of music called Choro (pronounced "shor-oh" with the "r" rolled), which predates Samba and Bassa Nova. I LOVE IT! I downloaded a whole bunch of songs from the soundtrack this afternoon, as well as some others recorded by the featured artists. Now I've got music guaranteed to haul my lazy ass out of the sofa. Watch me dance my booty-licious self around the house!

Here's a sample (it even has subtitles so you can get how funny the subject is):

Wasn't that fun? Who could sit still while THAT'S playing?

While that was a very energetic song, there are also some beautifully lyrical examples like this one by Yamandu Costa:

This guy just about knocked my socks off!

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So things aren't as bad as I thought they were yesterday. Sure I was royally P.O.'ed at myself for being lazy about my health, but today I got up at 7:30 AM and hustled out the door for a 30 minute walk. Bundled up with a warm hat, fleece jacket, gloves, and the all-important ipod, I had a very nice time: 10 minutes to warm up, 10 minutes of race walking, and 10 minutes to cool back down again. I felt wonderful afterward. I'll do that every other day this week, then add 5 minutes to the race walking section next week. I know from past experience that if I start out too fast and hard, I'll wind up in Physical Therapy for 2 months and then I'll have to start back up even slower.

Now it's a few hours later and it's still pretty cold outside. I've got the dog dressed in his "business suit" (named so because he wears it to go out and do his business).

Can I coax him into going on a short walk? It would be great to get another 10 minutes in today.

What are YOU doing to get up and moving?

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1/4/09 Update:

I've got to take a short break from walking - call it a false start, I guess. I was OK yesterday morning, but throughout the day I found it harder and harder to get around. My ankle is swollen! NOW what?!? I taped it up and took some motrin. Hopefully, it's just a temporary thing. My sister-in-law warned me: she said as you reach the age of 50, things go wrong and you have no idea why.