Thursday, January 26, 2012

Whose That Girl? A Locker Room Observation

By Deanna



Everyone has his or her own time zone when it comes to working out. Me? I’m a morning gym goer. I like to get up, well I don't like to get up but I prefer to get up early to work out. A morning workout means I’m less likely to go off the deep end. It keeps me sane, well as sane as I can be working out in the morning but it works for me, and I’m sure as birds flying in the sky that my children, husband and co-workers appreciate it as well. 

Believe it or not the gym is hopping at five o’early in the morning; there’s all sorts of characters pumping iron, treading the mill and spinning their lives away. The odd balls come out in the early morning hours, I know I’m one of them, but seriously the place can be a casting call for Jerry Springer. Maybe there’s a career change in my future? 

Nevertheless, during my daily morning ritual I take advantage of the showering at the gym two days a week, it saves time and my sanity. It’s also a guarantee that no little people will pop in to use the bathroom, ask me to tie their shoes, or tell me that their brother just called him a “poopie head”. I relish those two mornings, yes it’s a pain in the ass to lug all my toiletries to the gym, but it’s worth every ounce of my well being, I need that small reprieve from “Mom, Mom, MOM can you wipe my butt” at some point in the week. 

Now while I've been doing my thing in the morning, like my father before me, I realized all too quickly that I like to watch, people, not doing anything illicit, but just in their natural habitat. Now getting dressed in a gym locker room is tricky business. As I've been doing my own little dance I’ve observed that there are three types of locker-room users. “The Demure”, “The Exhibitionist” and “The In and Out.” Each has their own locker-room ritual. 

The Demure” uses every fiber of her being to be discreet. Much like a Russian Gymnast she will contort her body into any angle in order to stay covered from head to toe. Her body is not a wonderland it’s a stealth missile -you just never see it. If she trips, falls or God forbid her towel comes undone she’s so ninja quick her Betty barely sees the light of day. She’s also a germaphobe. She’ll have at least three towels, one to step on while she shimmies in and out of her clothes, one to wrap around herself to walk to the shower, and one for her hair. Her toiletries are in a neat little bag organized in alphabetical order. Her clothes are hanging in the locker on an organic hanger and she can undress, shower, get dressed, dry her hair and put on her make-up in less than 30 minutes.

The Exhibitionist” well the locker room is her playground. You’ll see every mole, freckle and wrinkle that adorns her body. She hides nothing. You’ll be so well acquainted with her Betty you can nail her mood in a single glance at her temple of groom. The winter Betty means she had a tough week and was too lazy to trim the hedges, a landing strip means she’s feeling confident and ready to take on the world, and the wood floor well that means she closed a big deal, has a hot date, or won an Oscar. She wears her nakedness like a badge of honor. She naked walks to the shower, dries her body like a porn star and blows dries her tresses in the buff, which frankly I find a little dangerous and it takes her at least 90 minutes to get ready to start her day. 

The In and Out” is not as organized as “The Demure” and not as naked as “The Exhibitionist.” Basically she teeters between the two depending on her mood. Her toiletries are toted around in a plastic Target bag, she’s a little bit of a germaphobe and makes sure she has two towels; one for the floor and one for the body, and if she forgets one she will resort to standing on paper towels. Now this gal can shimmy out of her clothes quickly, but not as fast as “The Demure.” She’s shy, but if the towel slips and her Betty happens to peek out she’ll blush and laugh about it. “The In and Out” forgets a lot of stuff; her underwear, shampoo, even her clothes, but she makes due, and lets it all roll off her back, basically this gal just showers at the gym and dresses at the gym and does the rest of her primping at home. 

Now in case you wondering, I’m an “In and Out.” It took me awhile to find the balance in my morning routine and in my body, but I've found the comfort zone in my workout zone, the big question is—have you? 



 

Monday, January 23, 2012

Guest Post!

A Mom’s Horrible, No Good Day and the Hero Who Saved It

By Jacki Hayes, of The Raven's Spell



The alarm sounded at the usual 5:09 am. Several nasty words rang out in my tired and muddled mind as my hand slammed down on the snooze button. The alarm again sounded, 9 minutes later. Ugh, the first day back after a long weekend. I could already tell this day was just not going to go my way.

Horrible, No Good Day.

Then there was the young man in my life telling me he didn’t want the fruit and yogurt smoothie I had made him, even though that is all he has wanted for the last 2 months. We, of course, were out of his beloved Dino Egg oatmeal, so whining progressed from the kitchen as I tried to calmly breathe from the table as I drank two smoothies and watched the first real snow fall of the winter.

Horrible, No Good Day.

With the snow falling over black ice, I should have left early, but there was the crockpot dinner to get started, the whining 9 year-old needing snow boots and pants, and the need to choose a new outfit based on the unexpected weather conditions. Departure time, 10 minutes late.

Horrible, No Good Day.

Upon arriving at the office, after the typical 60 minute commute became 2hours, I discovered that the desks that were dismantled four days prior were still sitting in the center of the main reception area in a jumbled and dysfunctional mess.

Horrible, No Good Day.

Retreating to my office to fire up the computer and check email resulted in discovering that my son would have pictures during wrestling practice. Of course, the check book was sitting at home, a place I did not have time to stop at prior to picking up my son from school and taking him to wrestling (with him changing into practice clothes as school).

Horrible, No Good Day.

Use up vacation time to leave work early, swing by home for the checkbook and discover the crockpot was never turned on. With only 60 minutes available to eat, finish homework, and shower between wrestling and bed-time, the current ban on fast food becomes obsolete.

Horrible, No Good Day.

Watching 50 boys ages 4 to 14 being photographed in a wrestling room (hence enticing wrestling rather than instruction following) becomes the longest 45 minutes of my life. Grumpily I hurry my son to pull his pants over his shorts, saying, “Don’t worry about the shorts riding up, just don’t button the pants, come on, let’s go, I am about to lose it.”

Horrible, No Good Day.

Finally, pulling into McDonald’s drive through, we order our meal and I can see home soon on my horizon. We wait, and we wait, and we wait, and I nearly cry as I tell my son that nothing, absolutely nothing, has gone right that day.

Horrible, No Good Day.

Sitting in the back seat, he says, “Mom, no, something has gone right today.” I sigh and respond, “No nothing, honey.”

I hear his seatbelt come undone, I feel the pressure of him pulling himself forward and then that one thing that went right, a wonderful kiss on the cheek.

“See Mom, something went right today.” And my Angus burger appears at the drive-up window.









Jacki is a divorced mom attempting to raise her son in her new blended, interfaith family while working outside the home and pursuing a graduate degree. When she has time to come up for air, she writes about the craziness of her life at The Raven's Spell, posting regularly about turning her son into a feminist and the challenges of meshing two families into one.

Saturday, January 21, 2012

Must Do Nothing

By Deanna


Snow. On a Saturday. Nothing sucks more than snow on a Saturday. 

A Monday, Thursday, Friday heck any other day but Saturday. 

Saturday is really the only day I can do what I want to do, as a family we have no obligations, no swim meets, or soccer games, no running anywhere, the day is ours.  I can get up at 8:00 a.m., the boys can stay in their PJ's all day, there's no agenda, no alarm clock, there's no rushing around.

The possibilites are endless. Park, bike ride, movies, going for a run, or vegging out all day, there's no gym at 5:30 a.m.. Did you hear that - no gym at 5:30 a.m.!  I can go to the gym or run whenver I want.

On Saturday there are no "must do's" like everyother day of the week. Must go to work, school, swimming, soccer; must do homework, the dishes, laundry; must get to the grocery store, to the gym, call this one, call that one; must get your hair done, unload the dishwasher, cook dinner, make lunches, visit a friend, send an email; must go to Sunday school, dance, fabric store...and the "must do's" go on.

Everyone has their own "must do's", and they can be stressful.

But Saturday, we can do whenever we want!

The snow, well it puts a damper on it all - everything shifts.  Our Saturday turns into "must do's", and I hate that. 

For me, when it snows I feel trapped in the house, so the "must do's" are staring at me in the face, I always feel compelled to do the "must do's" but today I'm staring back.

I'm battling against the snow, and the must do's, it can all wait, I don't care.







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