So almost a month ago, I bought Jillian Michaels’ Yoga Meltdown DVD:
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It sat in my DVD rack for quite some time, partially because I was afraid of it and partially because I was so busy with freelancing and moving that I didn’t have the time or energy to pop it in and give it a whirl. On Tuesday morning, I finally got a chance to try it out!
I started off with Level 1 because I’ve never done yoga before, and it was still really intense! My flexibility apparently isn’t what it used to be, but I could really feel the burn! I don’t know if I have favourite pose, but I can tell you that my least-favourite pose is the camel pose:
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It just made me feel like I was going to roll backwards. Or that my neck was going to break. Moving onto the TMI part …
Daphne also decided to join me during the first little bit of the workout, which also brings a whole new (yet obviously dirty) meaning to the “Downward Dog” pose. Yep, my beautiful, majestic and otherwise normalish canine decided that she would harness her inner instincts and tried to mount me while I was in the downward dog position. Awesome! I kicked her from the position, to which her response was to start growling and trying to shove me over. Thanks Daphne!
I’m glad I shut the curtains, because I’m pretty sure the neighbours would’ve got a great chuckle out of that little show.
A couple other things I learned quickly: Loose shirts are designed to come up and over your head and if you change into shorts and a sports bra, the dog hair on the carpet will stick to you if you sweat. No wonder why you use those special mats and wear tight clothes for yoga!
So, now I know that yoga won’t kill me, Daphne will probably keep trying to rape me, and to maybe invest in a yoga mat.
Happy Thursday! Got a TMI workout story to share?
If there’s one politician that terrifies me the most, it’s Canada’s NDP Party leader, Jack Layton:
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It’s not because he’s never been in power or anything like that, it’s because one of the most awkward moments in my journalistic life was because of him.
Back in 2008, we had a Federal election. As part of his campaign, Jack Layton came to my university to spread the NDP love and try and round up some young votes. During the “pep” really, I sat front row and more or less centre just to be able to take good notes, since I was covering his visit for the student newspaper. Now, I’m not a NDP fan, actually, I don’t know who I’m a fan of these days, but I guess since I was sitting right there in the front, at the end of the rally, he force a handshake upon me. *gasp!*
I could see him coming, but there was no escape. I really didn’t want to shake his hand. I wanted to remain as non-partisan as possible. But no such luck. I was trapped. And I shook his hand. And a part of me died a little bit.
I don’t know why it bugged me so much. It was like making the Pope shake Perez Hilton’s hand. Just awkward. So ease up Jack, not everyone is eager to shake your hand. Some people are just there to report the news.
Happy awkward Monday :)
Before I even start, I’m going to apologize to both Melissa and Amber for bringing up the whole “Introvert or Extrovert” conundrum. For the rest of you, it’s kind of a TRU J-School inside joke that no one else could understand. Moving on now …
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Kyle often asks me why I’m so quiet, since I have a journalism degree. The thing is, I’m vocal when I need to be. If the job requires it, I’ll do it. If it were up to me, I’d chase fuzzy feel-good stories all the time that have people tell me what’s on their minds. I’m not looking to stand out and destroy companies Watergate-style.
This quietness, however, follows me home. When Kyle and I are trying to have a serious conversation, I tend to clam up and not say much about anything, be it a truck he wants to buy, a house we’re considering dropping a shiz-ton of money on, or career moves. And the quietness burns me. It understandably frustrates Kyle and then makes me feel bad for being too introverted.
I try, try and try to be more vocal and opinionated, but it’s not my style. I get overwhelmed and emotional. I’m not necessarily shy, but I don’t start conversations with strangers. I love a gong show party, but only if I know at least two other people there.
I am introverted. What are you?