I woke up this morning with the sun, and by “the sun” I mean “my stomach went ape shit at 5 AM, long before the sun rose, and so I got up.”
Good morning and Happy Friday!
Or should that say “happy morning and Good Friday?” Also Passover.
So today started the same way yesterday ended: in a blind fit of uncontrollable, angsty ‘roid rage. Who’s tired of hearing about it by now? Oh right, me too. But stick with me, or I’ll punch you square in the neck.
Back on track: I woke up wanting to work out but knowing I should not run. I’ve still got the leg pain, in spite of another glorious ART session last night.
And a solution presented itself! Spinning! At my gym! Not an expensive SoulCycle class, not a far trek from my apartment. Just a simple “pack your bag and go” class conveniently located between my home and my office. Brilliance! Good morning!
I packed my lunch (I’m so awesome at that now — it’s going on two days in a row, so please give me a medal and back pats), threw some jeans and a T-shirt in my bag and stole a seat on the downtown express bus.
Really, I stole a seat. My MetroCard is expired.
The bus ride was jolly and I was at the gym entrance in moments.
But oddly, the gym looked dark. And oddly, there was a sign on the front door saying “We are closed for renovations.”
You can imagine what this did for the perky mood I was trying to set for the day.
I stewed outside the gym door for a minute and weighed my options.
I wasn’t going to go back home. Going back uptown would be stupid, and what would I do there? I couldn’t run, because it would hurt, and I’m trying to be smart for at least one hour out of every day moving forward. I also didn’t want to go to the office at 6 AM because, really, why would I do that?
But then I was like, “Hark! Alas there is a Crunch Gym just a bit further downtown! And HARK again! I bet they have a morning spin class!”
I took out my handy smart phone which is, indeed, quite smart, looked up the gym’s location, learned that it just opened, and it did happen to have a 6:45 AM spin class.
That’s “Thank F-ing God or I was going to be super pissed” in Spanish.
So I got back on the bus, took it two more stops south and found myself at a very fancy Crunch. Apparently Crunch just took over this former Club H location, and it is swank, man. I felt like a cool Equinox member, only paying a fraction of the price.
But yeah, about the way this morning was going.
I got myself to a gym, which was great despite it not being my original plan. I often don’t do well with change. I didn’t really understand the sign-up process for the spin class, the people at the gym seemed like they woke up for a fashion show or speed dating rather than a workout, and I was in unfamiliar territory.
I kept saying, “It’s just the drugs. This mood will pass. It’s OK to let every single thing in this pretty little world piss you off to the point of bat swinging.”
I put my stuff in the locker room and looked at the fancy showers.
“Those are nice,” I thought. “A post-workout shower in there will cheer me up.”
I wanted — needed — a personal win today, and not a win granted upon me by someone else. I needed to work for something on my own and achieve the shit out of it so that, in the end, I could unabashedly give myself all the credit in the world.
I’ve let so much bring me down this week, and while I’d love to place blame on the Prednisone cruising through my bloodstream, I know there comes a point where I need to just take control and maybe tame my emotions a bit. That point came this morning.
This morning, I went for the personal win.
This morning, I did my 5-minute plank.
I imagined doing my 5-minute plank on a stage with an audience, under a disco ball with music playing and motivational clips from Center Stage dancing around me. When the stopwatch reached the 5-minute mark, Celine Dion would emerge in full sequined attire, serenading me, while a photographer snapped my photo to be framed for all and included in the presidential holiday card. Or in a Playbill somewhere, maybe.
Instead, I propped myself on my forearms, started the timer and just hung out for a while. I didn’t have any music to listen to (my headphones were “reserving” my spin bike) and I didn’t bother reading Tweets on my phone to pass the time. I just planked.
By the 3:30 mark, I felt solid.
When the clock reached 4:00, I started to shake.
At 4:15 things were burning, and then, magically, I had planked for five full minutes.
I came down and there was no photographer. No Celine. No fanfare.
Just me, my happily exhausted core and a New Year’s Resolution crossed off the list.
I went into the spin class — which was being taught by my all-time least favorite instructor — with a new mindset:
A few things didn’t go exactly as planned this morning. Big deal.
I have the whole rest of the day to be awesome. And I’m the only one who can control that.
With one plank — one goal — my mood improved immensely. Maybe it’s silly, and maybe it’s childish, but it worked for me.
I spun my heart out, worked up a great morning sweat, and practically pranced to work for the first time all week. My office is closing at 1 PM today for the various holidays. I really can’t complain about things. Also, the sun is out. Also I’m moving soon.
Yes, First Grade Ali created “Shape Mountain,” and she thought it was pretty. Nay, she knew it was pretty. My question is, what did Mrs. Lapree think? Because I can only see her comment as far as “You think up the…”
Fill in the blank…
- …most creative things.
- …best mountains.
- …dumbest shit.
Finally, because I’m in a good mood, how about a little giveaway, just for the heck of it?
Who wants it?
UP FOR GRABS: One long-sleeved women’s I Heart Sweat shirt, size small, color “rouge.”
TO ENTER: Leave a comment and tell me you want it. Tell me something cool. Make me laugh. Whatever you want to do. I won’t make this difficult for you.
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From Young Ali & the Crayola Easter Bunny, have a wonderful weekend!
Take good care of yourselves, friends. And if you’re having a crappy day, you’ve got plenty of time to turn it around.