If I Twittered…

You would probably see these tweets:

  • It’s 4:30 AM and there is a line at the Starbucks drive-thru six cars long. Thank you to all the employees who rise earlier than me.
  • Thank you to the nice cashier at Paradise Bakery Cafe that got a highchair for Baby A, waited for us to pick a table and set up the chair.
  • We couldn’t be luckier that Moo kitty is so gentle. Baby A is really pounding on him.
  • Kick Ass Spin class! Can’t wait for Monday (or Friday).
  • I have a wonderful husband who helps me take care of our son; especially at 6 AM.

Thrilling stuff, isn’t? While these gratuitous thoughts send out positive vibes in a world that tends to see glasses as half full, they’re not exciting or, even remotely, interesting.  I’ll leave it to more insightful people, such as the engineers repairing the Hubble telescope to twitter.

If I Twittered…

Being a Woo! Girl

You know about the “Woo!” girls (usually drunk and at a party—fraternity, bachelorette or otherwise). But, have you ever wondered: what is it about this sound that makes us feel so good?

Today  during one of the final intervals of climbing and sprinting in my spinning class, a number of us (me included) shouted out “woo!” And you know what? As I uttered that sound, it helped. It helped diminish the burning in my lungs, legs and head. It helped me go faster and feel stronger. It helped me get through one of the longest two minutes of my fitness life.

Research has shown that talking to yourself during activities can help you perform better. But, I don’t see this as self-talk; especially because it felt more like a release. As that “Woo” left my mouth, I was energized and lighter. It was almost as if it had been weighing me down.

So the next time I’m trying to complete a difficult task or chore, I think I’ll let out a “Woo!” and see if its feel-good effects can transform even the most mandate of tasks. Washing dishes. Woo! Getting through a revise. Woo! Cleaning floors. Woo! We’ll see.

Being a Woo! Girl

Road to Nowhere

I have a confession to make: I didn’t learn to ride a bike until I was 18. For my birthday, my mom convinced my then-boyfriend to teach me how. He stood in my driveway wearing a billboard sign stating he was my bike riding coach. Mind you, it was the dead of summer in Palm Springs, California. I’m still grateful.

Even though I’m glad that I learned, it hasn’t been my favorite form of exercise or recreation. I’m not comfortable on a bike and I don’t feel safe—the fact that I was nearly hit by a car while riding on San Vicente in Brentwood doesn’t help.

Despite all of this, I LOVE to spin. Indoor cycling on a stationary bike that simulates a road has got to be one of my favorite ways to exercise—especially now. At my new gym, they play movies of locales. Through this experience I’ve ridden through the Grand Canyon (a place that I’ve hiked), Seattle and Olympia State Park (which I have visited) and with the participants of the Amgen Tour of California (which used to go through my old town of Valencia).

While I always get a fantastic cardio workout, my spinning classes provide an escape. In the darkness of the room I can just concentrate on me—my lungs inhaling and exhaling; my heart pumping; my muscles working and my mind wondering. Sometimes all I think about is my body and what it’s doing; sometimes I’m composing articles; or sometimes I just let my emotions take over. No matter how hard I work (or what my mind does), I leave energized.

Road to Nowhere