Rockin' the Plank

As I mentioned in my last post, Yoga is by far my favorite fitness class. It's been about a month since my first yoga class in almost 2 years and I feel that each class I'm improving on my strength and balance.

Tonight I reached a small goal I set for myself in doing Side Plank without the assistance of my knees. Although my arms were definitely a little shaky as we held the pose for several breaths, I held strong and refused to give up. That's one small step for Nic, one giant leap for womankind. (or something like that...)

Operation Get Fit Update

I'm about 3 months into my Y membership and I'm happy to report I'm still going strong. I've taken advantage of the warm, dry environment, on those days when it's too cold or wet to run outside. But the biggest highlight, for me, is the classes I've taken advantage of.

*Body Jam - Naomi and I danced up a sweat during this class, working on our hip hop, Latin, and swing moves. It's not something I'd want to do every week, but it's a fun spin to a cardio workout, incorporating some sweet dance moves I have every intention of breaking out the next time I hit the dance floor. If I'd attend this class more often, I'm pretty sure I'd be a top contestant for Dancing With the Stars....just sayin'.

*Spin - L and I checked this out Friday morning. We were ridin' the spin V-train up until that point, so nerves were a little high, and we certainly didn't fit in with the "regulars", as they came in full cycle gear, but we quickly got the hang of it and really enjoyed the workout. I'm definitely in for spin.

*Abs/Back - A quick but effective workout of the core. Just waiting for BC '10 to roll around so I can show off what's sure to be my washboard stomach ;)

*Yoga - This is by far my favorite and the class I've attended the most. The stretching, the strength-building, and the meditation - all make for a combination of a great workout. It's definitely a nice getaway from the usual cardio.

Knock, Knock...Anyone There?

I know I've been neglecting the blogosphere lately - it's been a week since my last posting and I need to catch up on my blog reading. But it's been a busy week....that's my story and I'm sticking to it. This past week, at a glance:

Monday - Work, Yoga
Tuesday - Work, a little Phat Tuesday celebration at Jethros, followed by the Drake game*
Wednesday - Work, Ash Wednesday Mass, warm-up drink at High Life, Volleyball*
Thursday - Work, 4 mile run around Gray's
*Left the house at 6:30 A.M. and got home at 9:30 P.M.

This brings us to today. I'm writing post spin class, pre-lunch date with KC, followed by a few errands and some cleaning.

Don't get me wrong, I enjoy staying busy and this week I was busy with fun activities, however, I'm ready to welcome the weekend with open arms, and another post or two (so be ready Naomi!)

Clothing Drive

Back in September I posted one of my favorite Bud Light commercials, the Swear Jar. In late January, a new commercial was unveiled, the Clothing Drive. Pretty funny stuff, check it out.

The Silent Turning Point

Pop Quiz. Name this movie:

Mia: Don't you hate that?
Vincent: What?
Mia: Uncomfortable silences. Why do we feel it's necessary to yak about bullshit in order to be comfortable?
Vincent: I don't know. That's a good question.
Mia: That's when you know you've found someone special. When you can just shut the fuck up for a minute and comfortably enjoy the silence.

If you said Pulp Fiction, you are correct. Love this movie and love this quote.

It's something I find to be so incredibly true. When in the beginning of a relationship with someone, be it a friend or significant other, it becomes one's obligation, it seems, to avoid those awkward silent moments.

The recipe for the awkward silent moment goes something like this: start by sitting across from someone. Add in eye contact and then slowly stir in glances around the room. After 15 seconds, (it will feel like 5 minutes) quickly make eye contact again and add a pinch of an awkward face gesture, like the "this-is-super-awkward-right-now" smirk. Then quickly escape the situation. Enjoy!

Sometimes you make a mental list in your head of "emergency topics" that you are harboring in your head like a bomb, only to be launched when you feel the awkward silent moment coming on. Other times you start the run-of-the-mill bullshit convo about the weather or gas prices. And god forbid you start word vomitting all over the other person's shoes, resulting in either hurt feelings or embarrassment, leaving you to pick up the shovel to start digging your own grave.

For me, a critical turning point in a relationship, is when I am relieved of such a feeling. I can sit in silence with a friend or boyfriend and not feel weird about it. I do not feel the pressure to keep the conversation flowing and I do not feel like I have to dig deep inside and say something truly profound or funny. And I certainly do not feel the need to resort to a cliche conversation like, "how 'bout all that snow?!"

Comfortable silence...simply brilliant.

That's when you know you've found someone special. When you can just shut the fuck up for a minute and comfortably enjoy the silence.

An Effort Worth Making

It's all too easy on a cold, snowy February day (a Monday no less) to find things to complain about.

*Lack of sleep
*Yet another snow storm
*Stupid drivers
*The fact that I felt like I was back in the 3rd grade when I received my balloon and star sticker at work today for having 100% quality.

...the list could go on and on.

Do you ever notice how much easier it is to complain, to think negatively, and to feel down and out? It takes an extreme amount of effort, at times, to think positively and count your blessings. But that kind of effort, I feel, is necessary. Don't get me wrong, I've definitely been guilty of being the "Debbie Downer" and I think that is perfectly healthy, to some degree. After all, it is nearly impossible to be 100% positive all the time. But today, I am consciously making the decision to be positive. When I reflect on my short list above, I am noticing that these are all things I cannot control. But, just because I can't control them, doesn't mean they can control me and my attitude. Instead of looking at it from "the glass is half empty" perspective, I can tweak it a little:

*Trouble sleeping last night, perhaps, but I made it through the day and I can hopefully sleep more soundly tonight
*More snow to deal with today, yes, but it's February 8th, which means one more day of winter under our belts.
*Yes, there were, are, and always will be stupid drivers out there, but I can say a little prayer of thanks each time I arrive safely to my destination.
*An elementary incentive for sure, but I'm sure the unemployed would be happy to accept a balloon and sticker, if it meant earning a paycheck at the end of each day.

A Teething Tale

One of my least favorite things in life is going to the dentist. From the awful suction sound to the uneasy drilling noises, it is a place that immediately makes me uncomfortable upon arrival.

I had an appointment to fix what I felt had turned into a snaggletooth. You would think that going to a hot dentist would motivate me and put me a little more at ease for such an appointment, but it actually does the opposite. After all, there are few things that puts a girl in a more vulnerable state than sitting in that dentist chair. (I think the only thing that is worse is the stir-ups.)

Once they called my name, I could hear the "dun dun dunnnnnn" music play over the loudspeaker. I got seated in the chair, and shortly thereafter comes the bib around the neck. I wanted to tell the dental assistant, Kristi, "no thanks" and that the blue bib didn't really go with my outfit. I mean, I can't let Dr. McHottie see my green sweater clashing with that god-awful bib. But, I kept quiet, mainly because Kristi was quick to shove a q-tip with a numbing additive in my mouth.

Now one thing I will never understand about the whole dentist experience is how both the dental assistants and the dentists try to converse with you while they've got your mouth in all kinds of situations that are not conducive to carrying on a conversation. You'd think they'd cover that in Dentistry 101. Needless to say, Kristi was no exception. What was an attempt to make me feel more comfortable, turned into a detonating bomb. She started with the rigamaroll of how no one likes coming to the dentist and then proceeded to tell me a story. When I heard her say, "So I was at the gynecologist" I knew I was in for an extremely awkward situation. "So I was at the gynecologist and I must have made this bad face, because the doctor looked up at me and said, 'you must hate coming here as much as I hate going to the dentist' " *cricket cricket* Thankfully I had that Q-tip in my mouth, preventing me from spewing out the word vomit I felt coming up.

Next Dr. McHottie came in. Great, not only does he get to see my with this ridiculous blue bib, but I have this thing hanging out of my mouth, which also is making me drool, by the way. Hot. At least I can blame the drool on the q-tip apparatus and not my reaction to seeing him.

Next comes the Novocaine, which after setting in, makes me feel like the right side of my lip is curled up like Elvis, know what I'm sayin'? So to recap, I've got the heinous blue bib, drool, and curled lip at this point. Next starts the drilling and polishing and buffing - his hands holding onto the tools that are all up in my mouth - and this wouldn't be complete, of course, without water and other remnants of who knows what else spraying up on my face as they work. Not good for the complexion or the ego.

After about an hour of being in such a humbling experience as that, my teeth were back to normal. The bad news, my ego was drilled down to the nerve, as Dr. McHottie saw me in such a terrible state. The good news, no more snaggletooth and no cavities.

...I'm sure he totally would've asked for my number had he not been married - just sayin'.