Do It Anywhere

After this week I’ve needed to run, scream, cry, sing at the top of my lungs, and dance all over my living room.

Tonight I recognized that I may have been pushing myself on my 8 mile run- which I followed up by doing a 3.5 mile run last night. I want to run, but I am also aware that my body is asking me (so kindly) to slow down. Remember that time you had lupus? Yes. Body. 

So today after I got home from work I decided to take it down a notch and use FitStar, a workout app that claims-

You can do this anywhere– at home! Work! Vacation!

And while my first thought is always- where exactly are their users working? I have to admit it’s a great app. FitStar (click me to see! provides you with a basic to complex workout regimen that is designed to target different parts of your body (ie: core and arms day, legs and back day). It explains each individual exercise and times you while giving instructions and advice. It then allows you to be totally 100% honest  and rate each exercise (did you really do that plank for the full 30 seconds?) My personal fav is while you’re doing a wall push up the “trainer” says, “smile, don’t worry, you aren’t being searched.” I haven’t purchased the full app, but I do use the basic version which is free. It’s a good addition to add on the days of the week that I’m looking to slow my roll. 

So tonight I put on some workout gear, you have to dress the part to act the part, John’s new Beats that I got him for his birthday (tip- buy your boyfriend presents that you can use), and started the app. Forty minutes later and a dance party mixed in and I’m actually satisfied.

I started this post by saying that after this week I’ve needed to run, scream, cry, sing at the top of my lungs, and dance all over my living room.

The past two days I have run.

Three nights ago I screamed.

Every day I have cried.

Today I sang at the top of my lungs.

And just now I danced all over my living room.

When did you stop Dancing?

Surround yourself with positive energy and you will generate positivity back into the world. Surround yourself with negativity, and you get my point. I love Monday night yoga sessions because Kristen, the instructor, brings me peace of mind. She oozes self-awareness and confidence but maintains humbleness that many would lose if they were her. It’s partially the poise she carries as she steps between mats speaking in a voice the makes it’s way through each one of us. There is never room in her classes and we sit mat to mat, we are family. Tonight we gathered our mats around her as she told us the story of those who go to shamans for that which ails them-

“In many shamanic societies, if you came to a medicine person complaining of being disheartened, dispirited, or depressed, they would ask one of four questions. When did you stop dancing? When did you stop singing? When did you stop being enchanted by stories? When did you stop finding comfort in the sweet territory of silence?” (link)

I sat with my eyes closed, my mouth curved up in a smile. Because I know the last time I sang was today, in my car, as I belted out the words to Sic Transit Gloria, a song the reminds me of my teenage, punk rock, years. I know the last time I danced was Friday night with my girlfriends in my living room. I’m not sure why we started, but a little Beyonce and a room filled with females can lead to a lot of dancing and why can’t I just be her. I know the last time I was enchanted by a story was today, and every day. I have always found solace in a good book. And maybe I have never found comfort in silence, but I think I’m getting better at it. 3/4 ain’t bad. 

We sat listening, and then she asked us to take a chance with her and to sing. She sounded hesitant and explained that she had never tried this either. I found comfort in exploring discomfort together and everyone else seemed to agree. Our voices began slowly, but gradually they filled the room, and the streets. We chanted, and sang, and we made melodies. Our eyes were closed but I peaked- we were all smiling. Every single person was smiling.

In that moment I understood how people get sucked into cults- yea, she’d be a good leader… never thought anyone would get me to serenade Long Island in Om Shanti chants. 

As we returned to our mats and entered into downward dog I felt a release from life. From crappy days. From fights. From anxiety over conversations that required zero deep thinking, but I thought they did.

And if it wasn’t for the guy who came in late, who I have never seen before, that nauseatingly smelled like body odor, and then squeezed in right next to me, it would have been the best yoga class. Ever.