Friday, January 29, 2016

The Call

Let me set the scene.
Wednesday, about 5 p.m. I've just come in from a quick run, and am about to hop in the shower before heading down to Donna's yoga class. Email ping. It's my YTT instructor Kelly, with a simple message: "Call me," and her phone number.

A few different things came through my head. I thought maybe, possibly it was some news about Sunday's YTT session, but more likely it would be regarding her class the next morning. Starting this week I'm working Kelly's desk—basically, just signing people in and turning on the heaters before class, taking her class, and then a quick post-class clean-up. (Most teachers here work their own desk, but seeing as Kelly's head honcho, no one begrudges her that well-earned perk!)

Anyway, it had nothing to do with either. To make a short story very long...

Our studio has a whole buncha locations. We'll call the two studios I generally visit A and B. Kelly teaches in studio A only. On Sundays, we take her class in studio A and then travel to studio B for training. On Sunday mornings, Holly teaches in studio B. On Saturday mornings, Matt teaches in studio B. Matt is giving up his Saturday class, so Holly is taking it over and giving up her Sunday class. That leaves her class wide open and in need of a teacher.

And as of a week from Sunday, that teacher's going to be me.

I have my first class! And not just a sub class, not a temp class. MY class. I'm on the schedule!

Since I already am committed to Kelly's two weekday classes when I work her desk, she doesn't mind me missing her Sunday, and the class I'm taking over obviously ends before we all head to studio B anyway for training.

The studio head asked Kelly if any of the trainees might be ready to teach, so Matt can get out of his Saturday class and Holly can shift over to it. Kelly thinks I am. She trusts that I'm ready to man my own class, and I feel terrible—I must have hurt her ears the way I shrieked when she told me this over the phone.

I don't need to reiterate again what my yoga practice means to me, or how amazing my life on the mat has been. I don't need to tell you guys that this is what I've been working toward—not just in the last 10 weeks of training, but really, for the last handful of years. I can't believe it's coming together in this way, so unexpectedly, so beautifully.

I'm beyond honored Kelly believes in me so much as to nominate me for this, and I can't put into words how anxious I am for a week from Sunday. I have nothing but gratitude and happiness in my heart today—and so much of both for you guys who've been so encouraging, supportive, and more excited for me in this YTT journey than I have any right to expect!

Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to spend the next 8 days writing sequences, building playlists, and trying to remember to breathe.

Wednesday, January 27, 2016

Confessions: I Love/Hate My Apartment

For all intents and purposes, for the past year and a half, I've loved my apartment. Sure, there have been minor annoyances here and there, but those come with any apartment. Or any human existence.

This month, one of my neighbors (whose apartment is structurally identical to mine) moved out, and out of curiosity, I looked for the listing to see what they would be asking for. Someone I know is looking to move to my town, so I was just poking around. The apartment across the hall is listed at a $145 hike over my current rent, and I immediately freaked out upon seeing that. Since my lease was renewed in the fall (and rent increased by a whopping $10), the building came under new ownership. So I started crafting this whole narrative in my head that they're going to raise my rent to the same as the vacant unit's, and I have to move.

I would have to move because frankly? My building ain't worth it. My apartment is the right size for me, and in the perfect location. But it's relatively old, nothing is really updated, and there are no amenities whatsoever. Two blocks away, a massive new construction is throwing my building's rinky-dinkiness into sharp relief. Out of curiosity—again—I started looking up the new construction and a few other other "residential communities" in my town. With things like gyms! And pools! And dog parks! And covered parking! And in-unit laundry! And so I decided I have to move when my lease is up in the fall. But then I decided not to. And then I decided to again. And then not to.

And then there was this week. And these are my apartment confessions.

• In my search, I become outraged when I see buildings that don't offer anything smaller than a one-bedroom apartment. Studio is plenty for me, thanks. Seriously, who needs 900 square feet!? (Most people, I know.) I'm shocked at the size of anything over 600 s.f., honestly. Tiny house life for life.

• We're having our hallways and doors painted this week. Apparently. I learned this when the very nice man who came to paint started making sounds outside my door one morning, and then cranked up the music and started singing to it. Loudly. A little heads up about the paint smell and activity would have been nice so I could have high-tailed it to a coffee shop to work for the day.

• Now that I live and work in the same small space, I'm much more annoyed by things in my building. I figure that's natural though, right? But mostly, I just feel like it's time for me to live in a NICE apartment where I don't have to feel it every time someone closes the outside door. My building, it's just...nothing special. Can a girl get some stainless steel and an in-unit washer/dryer?

• Speaking of washer/dryer. You guys, I almost went on a rampage. The other day I went downstairs to do laundry (in my unit's SINGLE coin-operated, small-loads-only washer and one dryer for 18 apartments *eye roll*) and, as always, checked that both machines were empty before I put my clothes in. As I was transferring my clothes to the dryer later, I found a pair of blue boxers that were definitely (obviously) not mine. Now, the basin is dark, and the shorts were light blue, but I figured there was a slight chance that they had been left behind and I just didn't notice. So I left them on top of the washer.

An hour later, I'm pulling my clothes out of the dryer, and I notice there's a light blue towel that's DEFINITELY not mine. Dryer basin is white—it wasn't sitting there before I put my clothes in. Nor was it in the washer when I started my laundry. I left it on top of the dryer and started to get pissed.

THEN, I get upstairs and I'm folding my clothes and there's a pair of red boxers that are 100% not mine sitting there with my clean laundry. There is no way I didn't see those before putting my clothes into the washer. I have no doubt that someone threw in their boxers and towel with my laundry. How disgusting and awful and terrible is that!? So—and here's the confession part—I threw the boxers right in the garbage and then, for good measure, I emptied my coffee grounds right on top of them. That'll show him...

• As I write this, I'm absolutely seething over the volume coming from below me. My downstairs neighbor has this old radio that emits a frequency so low, I swear it's a vibration under my floor. I can hear everything so crystal clear and it's driving me insane. My TV is up to an uncomfortably high volume and it's still not drowning it out. I can feel it in the back of my throat, like when you stand next to the speaker at a concert. I've asked him to turn it down before, but it always comes right back up to this volume. Also, he's like 100 years old so I feel bad getting angry at him for this life's simple pleasure, but I cannot explain the rage I feel at the audible intrusion.

• Shameful moment of truth: Sometimes when he cranks it super loud, I get a little heavy in my footsteps out of both frustration and also kind of wanting to gently suggest that HEY BUDDY SOUND TRAVELS. But it never works and it stays loud and I feel like a jerk but also it kind of makes me feel better to stomp. I am a terrible person.

• The doors to the building are right under my unit, and there's the inside locking door and the outside door that opens into the little vestibule. Every single day, for whatever reason, at some point or points someone leaves the inside door propped open to go in and out of the building. Know what happens then? It doesn't give that vacuum effect and when the outside door closes, it slams with the force of 10,000 suns. And it shakes my entire apartment. Literally, you can hear things on shelves knocking together and the glass shaking in picture frames. It's so forceful it's actually made me jump in startle before. It's also super fun when it's two a.m. and the guy next door goes out for a cigarette and props the inner door open because he's apparently too lazy to use his key for two seconds and the ground shakes below me and I'm actually woken up. Super fun.

I told my super about this and asked if he could just put in a hydraulic door closer (like, $50 at Home Depot) because hey, my apartment shakes when this happens, and he said that people shouldn't be propping the door open at two a.m. Yeah, I know. But they do. And it's also incredibly disruptive during the day too, and when it happens it usually goes on for at least five or six times. Maybe it's a small thing, but it's a big thing when it's where you live and work and you literally have no idea what silence is anymore because you live in the loudest place on earth.

Sigh. Thanks, you guys. This has been so therapeutic. But also not because I can't move for more than half a year. Feels good to vent though. I'm back to obsessively looking up floor plans and pet policies for buildings I won't be able to even look at for several more months. Cheers!

Linking up with Sarah & Alanna and Kathy & Nadine.

Tuesday, January 26, 2016

Ready, Set

Last year, I attempted to write out my race plan for the year and shared it in the first Training for Tuesday of 2015. Shortly after, that plan fell apart—but don't worry! I survived. And learned my lesson.

Making my race plan this year has been an effort in pure honesty with myself: Do I really want to run that race? Do I really want to run it in that time? Can I really afford that race fee in that month? Can I really afford to travel for this one?

I also had to do a lot of thinking about my goals and clarify who I'm setting them for. Am I setting them for me, becuase I really want to achieve them, or because it sounds good to say XYZ—whether or not I really feel attracted to that goal?

Friday, January 22, 2016

Currently: For Real This Time

Most of the time when we do these catch-up currently posts, we talk about what's going on in our lives in general. What we're listening to this week, what we've been wearing a lot lately, what goals we're working on this month. I'm guilty of it too, and there are two reasons: one, it's a more attractive glimpse at our lives than what we're usually "currently" doing at the moment of writing, and two, it's a better way to show an in-general view of things.

Currently, I'm not afraid to be unattractive and my in-general view of things is both boring and going to be addressed in a a few posts next week.

Tuesday, January 19, 2016


Absolutely zero rhyme, reason, theme, or consistency lately, but here's what I've been jamming to. I've been making and loving a lot of yoga playlists for classes and for home practice, so a good amount of those songs have made their way into my heart and "lately" playlist. Try these tunes on:

Barry Louis Polisar – All I Want is You
Walk the Moon – Anna Sun
Cake – Short Skirt / Long Jacket
The Chainsmokers – New York City
Flume – Holdin On
Fall Out Boy – The Phoenix
Kiiara – Gold
Parov Stelar – Booty Swing
The Beatles – Twist and Shout (Look for the window washer at 1:16. He was actually just a window washer doing his job the day they shot this scene. #funfact)
HAIM – My Song 5
Amin Tobin – Easy Muffin
Kodomo – Concept 1
Justin Beiber – Love Yourself
Blackmill & Veela – Let it Be
Poolside – Harvest Moon
Conrad Sewell – Hold Me Up

That's what I call ending on a high note. Hope your week is going easy on you!

Sunday, January 17, 2016

Friday, January 15, 2016

Don't Call Them Resolutions

They aren't new year's resolutions, but I have recently come upon a few things I want to spend some time growing into habits in the coming year. The timing is mostly coincidental, aligning with either the weather or recent events and experiences. Each feeds my health in some way: mental, physical, or emotional—or all three. I've been calling them healthy habits, but maybe "habits for health" is a better term.
Why habits? Because as Aristotle said, "We are what we repeatedly do."

Monday, January 11, 2016

How to Plan a Great Year

Make a list.

Have 35 items on that list. Have those 35 items be financial, personal, professional, and physical goals you want to achieve in a year.

Realize that a lot of those goals will happen anyway, without being listed, or are already in progress.

Decide that the satisfaction of crossing off those certainties doesn't compare to the satisfaction of having a more simple, manageable list.

Decide you really like being able to see that whole list without having to scroll down or flip the page.

Cut your yearly goal list down to 15 items.

Create a 101 in 1001 list, because you do really want to cross off those certainties or in-progress items anyway.

Migrate your 30 x 30 list into your 101 in 1001 list, effectively slashing your time to accomplish those remaining 30 items by a year.

Tag your 101 in 1001 list with items that are also on your 2016 goal list, because if it isn't a color-coded list, it's a useless list.

Create an additional document that itemizes every single thing you can anticipate in the next 12 months.

Color code this list too. Red is for hopeful, orange is for probable, black is for definite.

Assess your monthly budget. Make a copy for each month of the new year.

Decide to format something differently in your January budget. Have to duplicate the new budget 11 more times.

Do this again. Two more times.

Create a spreadsheet for your races and mileage in 2016. Try to plan two pre-training training plans.

Decide to make another list that breaks things down only slightly differently.

Realize you're being ridiculous and delete this list.

Repeat at least once more.

Take five deep breaths.

Decide to plan your year by quarters instead.

Realize that the last two years were incredible and life-changing in so many ways. Think about what percentage of those life-changing events were planned in advance, and which ones came to be organically and with the help of the people and experiences that enrich your life.

Decide to relax, as best you can, and look forward to what already promises to be a great year.

Thursday, January 7, 2016

Running Down a New Year

New Year's Eve and I have a complicated past. I've had some really amazing ones and some really lackluster ones, and the thought of putting together another plan for another New Year's Eve that would be fun enough to help me keep the FOMO at bay but low-key enough to ensure I wasn't absolutely wrecked the next day. Luckily, Tracy came up with the best idea: Why don't we ring in the new year by running through beautiful Central Park?