Monday, May 8, 2017

Fitness Class Etiquette

Well guys grab something sturdy cause you're in for a shock. Since January I've been going to the gym. I know. That's like what, 4 months? Hold on, I'll show you a picture of my 6 pack. Hmm...keep holding for that one.

Anyhow, I've been taking a lot of fitness classes. Most are good and go smoothly. But some end up a little uncomfortable. I feel like there needs to be a lesson on gym class etiquette.

1. I'm in the back row. I always get there EARLY to get a spot in the back row. Do not come in 10 min late and create your own new back row behind me. Ooooh this really chaps my hide. You don't want to make a scene, I get it. You don't want to be seen. Believe me I really get that. That is why I plan ahead to secure a spot in the back. I suggest you do the same.

2. Please do not knock over my water! Or if you do, at least be kind enough to pick it up. Come on people. It's a basic lesson. Clean up, clean up, everybody everywhere...

3. If we are in a class that some clean up is required ( ie muscle) don't start cleaning up during the cool down! Maybe you are already all stretchy and don't need any more of that. But some of us do. So when you are running around us putting all your weights and other equipment away it's very distracting. And kinda rude to the instructor in my opinion.

I guess that kinda sounds like a rant. 99% of the classes I take are super fun ( or funnish, I hate you muscle) and go smoothly. But every once in a while I get a class and I wonder what people are thinking. Be courteous to your fellow gym goers!

Sunday, May 7, 2017

How I Grieve

Well hi there! 2ish years later...we have a lot of catching up to do! But first, the reason I've returned to the blogging world:

I've missed it! I keep thinking about things that would be perfect blog entries. So here we are, up and running again. And hopefully not that once a year entry business. But no promises.

A very close relative of mine had a brush with death recently. Things were looking bleak. I'm lucky enough to have not lost anyone I'm really close to. I lost my Grandpa when I was 7. But that was a loooong time ago. So this hit me really hard. I LOVE this person, and am not ready to say goodbye to her.

I've always been sensitive. I've always been quick to cry, whether I'm happy or sad. I hate it. I hate that all my emotions seem to flow out my eyes. I'ts embarrassing and makes me seem weak.

But boy did I cry. And cry, and cry. I cried for this person. I cried for her husband who would be left a widower. I cried for everyone related to her, for the memories we've had and for the memories we haven't been able to make yet. The flood gates opened. It's hard to explain to my husband ( a non crier) why I'm this way.

When I grieve, I really GRIEVE. I feel for people as if I was in that position. When I see someone else crying, I have to fight off the tears. When someone else is sad or troubled, I have this need to help them. To make them feel better. It literally eats away at me until I do something about it. It can be exhausting but rewarding at the same time.

So while I wish I could control my tears a little more, I don't wish I was different. The world needs more compassionate people. So me and my waterproof eye makeup will just keep on doing what we've been doing.  Hi, my name is Liz. And I care.