"Spiritual Gangster Spelled Backwards," the second entry in "Week of a Woman" contest
"Spiritual Gangster Spelled Backwards," Macbook, 2011.
I am not a gangster in any sense of the word, and my spirituality flickers weakly, flaring up occasionally in my manic infatuation with the Virgin Mary. But that didn't stop me from buying this little racer-back tank top and then wearing it to to both a boxing and a yoga class the same day. This photo was taken post-yoga, pre-boxing. Meaning it didn't smell that bad. Yet.
And for the record, I don't do just any old yoga -- four to six days a a week, I take sixty- to ninety-minute classes in a 100-degree room. And my boxing class is equally legit, since it entails several rounds in the ring, jumping rope, the speed bag, jump-squats, lunges, wall-sits, sit-ups, crunches and running laps around downtown buildings for three hours a week.
Damn, maybe my workout does qualify as gangster.
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