An Exercise Epiphany

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A funny thing happened to me over the weekend. No, I wasn't bitten by one of my friends nor did I embarrass myself by drinking too many Dirty Girl Scouts. This funny "thing" that happened was actually more of a surprising revelation. As the weekend drew to a close and I looked ahead at my schedule for the upcoming week, I realized that -- gasp -- I was looking forward to my workouts.

You see, I've never been the athletic type nor have I been someone drawn to exercise by some sort of innate desire to be active. I'll admit, more often than not, getting myself to work out has generally been hard work (you've read this post about it, right?). I have  often just been one of those people that have associated "working out" with a type of chore -- another thing I have to fit into my life. Yes, I know that there are so many healthy benefits to working out and staying active, but I just couldn't find something that could fit into my schedule and that, to me, wasn't synonymous with masochism.

In spite of this, I have continually searched for workouts that would prove to be the perfect fusion of fun and effective. At the end of the day, I do strive to be healthy and it would be nice to have a bikini-ready bod throughout the year. It wasn't until the past month, though, that I realized that I had finally achieved the sort of synthesis I was looking for. By incorporating a variety of workouts throughout the week, I may have just found the perfect combination for me.

I've been trying to keep up with my yoga classes, my TRX class and, recently, dance fitness classes throughout the week. By making small, easily attainable goals, I find myself able to make it to these workouts and want to go to more. 

I knew that it would be unrealistic to commit to "as many yoga classes a week as possible," even though I would love to make it to more classes. Instead, I told myself "try to make it to just one a week," and have been able to make sure I incorporate yoga into my weekly workout routine. Then there's my weekly TRX class -- also one night a week with a group of my neighbors. I know it's always going to be at the same time, so I schedule around it. Throw in my Saturday morning dance/fitness class, which is late enough that I can still go out the night before, yet early enough to kickstart my day, and I've made it to three workouts a week! While this in and of itself is no extraordinary feat, I still am getting in great and effective workouts throughout the week.

I think I owe part of my success in making it to these workouts to the fact that they're all community/group-based workouts. While I do have to be motivated to attend the workouts, I have a support system -- whether it is the community at my yoga studio, my neighbors who do TRX with me, or my cousin who comes to my weekend workout -- that encourages me to attend and makes the experience more than just a means to great abs and toned legs. These workouts have become a social activity too, which allows me to feel as though I'm accomplishing more than just checking-off that work-out box. Instead, I can also get in some valuable social time with great people and even have a laugh or two in the process.

Another reason I think I've been enjoying my workouts is because of the variety. I don't just go to the gym every day, run for 20 minutes, lift weights and have a go at the StairMaster. I switch things up by attending different types of classes that engage in fitness in different ways. All of my instructors switch up their workouts every week too, which makes me excited to try something new out when I step into the studio/gym. This variety coupled with the communities participating invigorates me and motivates me to attend classes -- making me excited to go, ready to challenge myself and eager to do even more.

I was shocked when I found myself telling my cousin (who will not be able to make next weekend's dance workout) that I was still going to go to class, even though she wasn't going to be there. Willingly wanting to wake up for a two hour workout on Saturday morning? That was when I had my epiphany. I had settled into a routine that worked for me, and dare I say it, I find myself enjoying my workouts.

Guess we'll see pigs flying next, right?

Can I Buy You a Drink?

From 21st century master composer T-Pain

We're all familiar with the scenario: it's Saturday night, you're leaning over at the bar attempting to catch the bartender's attention and order yourself a vodka tonic. Teetering on your heels, your patience is being tested as you think, "What's a girl got to do to get a drink around here?" -- a cliché that, up until right now, had always seemed reserved for bad, fictional screenplays as opposed to real life.

This brief period of drinklessness, however, serves as the perfect opening for the fella or group of fellas standing right beside you at the bar, waiting for their own even-more-hopeless chance at getting a round of drinks. You’re all vying for the same thing and this, inevitably, leads to a new sense of camaraderie, and therefore, opportunity.

You know how it goes: girl starts walkin, guy starts gawkin, already standing next to you and starts talking. All of a sudden, you're engaged in a verbal tango, a tête-à-tête at the bar, and this once-stranger is now the subject of your weekend flirtation. As you and this no-longer stranger bond over shared observations of the scene, the bartender finally recognizes your lack of cocktails and points toward your new friend, implying he’s ready to make you some drinks. That’s when the once-stranger-now-friend turns to you and asks, “What are you having? Let me buy you a drink.”

Up until this point, it has all been so seamless and easy. Girl meets guy. Guy meets girl. Someone needs a drink and you’re both in the perfect location to get one. But is it okay to let your new friend pick up the tab? Should you embrace the generosity or stand firm in your feminist resolve? What does it all mean?

I have found myself in this exact situation too many times to count. Regardless of whether or not I’m single or in a relationship, I am never quite sure as to what the protocol is. There are so many different components that affect my acceptance or polite decline—all of which are scenario dependent and thus, dispelling any hope of issuing a standard “rule” as to how to handle the situation.

I’ll be honest—my first inclination is to accept the drink. I’m a girl on a budget and saving $10 on a cocktail sounds pretty appealing. However, I recognize that this might not always be the best course of action as there are implications and repercussions to an innocent “sure, I’ll take a vodka tonic.”

When I accept a drink from a guy, I usually offer good conversation (on top of our current one), some mild (harmless) flirtation and my phone number (if I’m single) in exchange. I like to think that this is a fair trade. When I’m out with my friends, I think nothing of buying them a drink or two because they’re offering me their company, I enjoy being with them and I know that my friends will do the same for me. Sure, it may be a bit naïve of me to think that a bit of witty banter and batting of the eyelashes is enough to satisfy my new friend after he has graciously bought me a beverage. But at the same time, to think that I would offer anything more than that is presumptuous on the part of the suitor.

Last Thursday night, I was the girl in this scenario, yet again. I was standing alone at the bar waiting to be served when the gentleman next to me offered to buy my drink. I had been waiting for my boyfriend and a few guy friends to meet me, so I politely turned the gentleman down, worried that accepting a drink from him meant that I was contracted to a certain amount of flirtation and interest. If I hadn’t been meeting a bunch of guys for drinks, would I have accepted the free drink? Perhaps. But the fact that I had a group of fellas joining me shortly felt a bit manipulative of me – I didn’t want this guy, stranger or not, to think that I was only paying him any attention in the hopes that I could get him to open his wallet up to me. In accepting a drink from him, I would've been implying a certain degree of interest in him, our conversation and continuing/committing to that conversation -- something that wasn't the case this time.

Ultimately, I think the whole situation comes down to circumstance and the person you meet. Are you being open and honest about your intentions? Are you both having a good time? The times when I do accept a drink from a guy (single or not single) are when I’m having a good time and we're both getting along. I’m clear about my intentions and give the guy realistic expectations about what’s going to happen post-drink. 

The times when I don’t accept a drink from a guy? If I don't feel any sort of vibe/chemistry and the conversation doesn't seem to go anywhere, then I'll decline. Obviously, you shouldn't accept a drink from anyone who makes you uncomfortable, seems pushy or offers it to you in a white van. And don't be that girl who accepts the free drink just to say that she got a free drink. 

At the end of the night, you want to make sure that you treated the opponent of your verbal-sparring match with integrity and respect, regardless of whether or not you were offered a drink. The whole point of going out is to have fun and meet good people. If you're lucky enough to be the recipient of someone's generosity, make sure to match it with a gracious thank you, and heck, treat them to a drink in return!

Finding Time for Friends... Really

At this point, you might be tired of me whining about never having enough time for anything. But people! Time is a precious thing -- there is never enough of it. Never enough of it, I tell you!

With that being said, I think one of the most difficult things about the transition from student to post-grad is finding time to maintain friendships. After all, there are big ships and small ships, but isn't the best ship of all friendship?

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With work schedules demanding at least 40 hours a week and friends living further than just across the quad, you actually have to put in time and effort in order to see people. Yes, effort. This means doing more than walking next door, knocking on your best friend's door and inviting them to walk with you 400 feet to serve yourself some mediocre pizza at that overly-expensive-dining hall, where you'll most likely bump into more friends, by accident, just because they had a hankering for that same mediocre pizza too.

Once we have all been forced out of the college bubble, the distance between us and our friends severely widens. What was once a hop, skip and a jump away now becomes an almost overwhelming chasm, filled with indeterminable despair and loneliness. Forget your cell phone in your dorm room? That's okay. You will most likely have class with a friend, pass a friend in the hallway, see someone at dinner or run into them at a Student Government meeting. There, you'll be able to catch up on all of the happenings in his/her life: how that upcoming test is going to be a killer, how his/her date went last night, what his/her thoughts are on Anne Hathaway's underwhelming Oscars dress (now you know my thoughts on that) and of course, how they enjoyed that mediocre pizza at the dining hall. There you go. You have checked in with your friend, spent time with said friend and have done what is needed to preserve that loving and special bond.

It's not like that anymore. Sure, technology has made it so that doing the quick check-in is easy: send a text or poke 'em on Facebook. Nothing says, "Hey, I miss you, dear friend" like a good, old-fashioned Facebook poke. A text/phone call/poke/whatever will satisfy the minimum requirement for friendship preservation. You let your friend know: "I'm still here! I'm thinking about you and I miss you!" However, if I actually want to see any one of my friends then it's going to take a bit more finagling than agreeing upon a time to high-five in passing while walking through the campus center in between classes. There's scheduling a time, a mutually convenient and accessible location, and factoring certain travel logistics before you can see said friend. Long gone are the days of passively keeping in touch. Maintaining friendships requires some TLC -- and perhaps, a well-organized planner.

These are the times that try men's souls. Some friendships will fade, others will re-emerge stronger than ever -- but one thing is certain, things are going to change. Sure, your undying love for your friends may still be etched onto your heart, but inevitably, your interactions are subject to the difficult transition from pseudo-adulthood to real-world-adulthood. A former boss of mine commented that this is when you will see who your real friends are, and while I think she makes a valid point, I think that this period of time reveals more about the nature of your friendship with so-and-so than whether or not they are a "real" friend. You realize whether or not your friendship was circumstantial or served some sort of purpose in your life. Was this friend a crutch? Did he/she accompany you to various (terrible) on-campus parties? Or was this someone with whom you shared an inexplainable bond? You know the sort -- inside jokes comprised of Justin Bieber songs, strange nicknames that could be mistaken for speech impediments, and memories including midnight trips to get Italian pastries and pouring Mike's Hard Lemonade down someone's shorts. I think this is why some friendships last and some don't: when you're not constantly surrounded by your friends, you realize which people are most important to you (and your well-being).

So you try the best you can. You call, you text, you poke, you Tweet -- but the key to making sure your bestie remains your bestie and not one-of-the-restie is making plans and keeping them. Easier said than done when you realize your time gets allocated quickly to other things such as working out, eating, sleeping and, of course, keeping plans with other good friends. Sometimes I find that I will make plans with a friend and then not see them for another month or two, simply because our schedules don't match up. Days go by, weeks go by, and you realize it's been over a month since you and your partner-in-crime spent Friday night getting drunk off of sangria while watching Say Yes to the Dress and crying about other people's tacky weddings.

There are going to be mishaps along the way. Let's be real. I may have my phone on me at all times, but I sometimes get way too invested in a re-run of 30 Rock to remember that I haven't talked to a certain biffle. It's not for lack of caring so much as it is a brain-fog that has descended on me as a result of being burnt-out from having too much to do. I have been trying to keep people in regular rotation via talk, text and tweet -- setting the wheels in motion through convenient technology in order to start a conversation that leads to a friend-date. I think what is most important about all of this is remembering to make time for your friends. You need to -- your sanity depends on it. I think it's also important to be realistic about how often you will be able to see your friends. We're all busy people doing busy people things, so it's only natural that we can't have a movie marathon all weekend or spend three nights in a row on some sort of alcohol-induced Sporcle bender. Don't get mad at me, but... you just might not be able to see your friends as much as you used to. Once you have a more realistic expectation about seeing and hanging out with your friends, it will be easier to make plans and not be (as) disappointed when your frequent hang-outs happen a little less frequently.

No one ever said that graduating and being an "adult" was going to be easy. Actually, I've mostly had people tell me that it is going to suck. I've even had one person tell me that my 20s are going to be the worst time of my life (AWESOME!), but you know what? I'm trying. I'm being a bit more realistic about my schedule, my free time and how to manage all of it and allow for more attainable expectations.

I think someday I will get the hang of it, but until then, I'm going to have to continue to work on this whole transition (still...even over a year later).

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An Ode to My Agenda

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I've scheduled time into my planner to write this post for you.
Just kidding... but that's not a bad idea actually...

One of my favorite things about heading back to school as a kid was when my homeroom teacher would hand me a brand-new agenda/planner. So many empty pages, vacant days, all with the promise (or  curse) of too much homework, extracurriculars, and good times. I was always so eager to write down my homework and after-school activities on each day, seeing my schedule fill up before my eyes -- my month laid out before me with so many things to do. I had a life! I had purpose! I had an agenda!

Not much changed when I got older -- except this time, I purchased my own planner and my days were no longer bound to six class periods and after-school specials.Still, I would secretly (I guess, not-so-secretly anymore...) cherish my agenda as my most prized posession (next to my shoes, of course) as I filled in days, weeks and months with things to do and happily checked off all of my tasks upon completion.

Yes, you've assessed me correctly: I'm a nerd. I'm an organized nerd. And I love it.

With my work schedule and commute being what it is, I've found that simply putting my schedule in my fancy, too-smart phone will just not do. Nothing every really seems as concrete as when you put it to paper, and that's how I like to handle my schedule. Writing down that appointment or dinner with a friend is solidified in my memory with the stroke of a pen. With only so many hours in a day, and most of those hours committed to being a big girl with a big girl job, I rely upon my beloved agenda to guide me towards organized personal life nirvana. 

Like those quaint days of yore, I over-enthusiastically fill each day of my calendar, usually writing down every single detail necessary to that task or event. Eye doctor appointment coming up? Here's the address, phone number, name of the doctor, amount of time required for visit and a little, drawn smiley-face with glasses to describe the event. Grad school applications due? Well, don't forget your resume, transcripts, GRE scores, reccommendation letters, and oh hey, thumbs up-- because good for you!

Maybe this makes me seem like an artifact, a leftover from days when people preferred books over iPads and pens over styluses, but it adds a sense of order to my usually, over-thinking and chaotic thoughts and life. If I only have so many hours after work for personal time, then I want to make sure that I am utilizing them to the fullest. This might have "control freak!" written all over it -- but if I've learned anything from a busy four years at college, it's to remember to have fun! (duh)...but also, I've learned that it helps to visualize your schedule and what you need to do. I try to leave room on my schedule as well for completely unscheduled time: blank spaces in my agenda meant for whatever spontaneous urge may arise. While it might sound ridiculous (especially to those of you who don't write anything down), I find that after working eight hours and driving for three, I want to make sure that I am actually getting things done and not always letting the stress of the work week defeat me. Certainly, I use my iPhone as well, but like I said before,  as the paper absorbs the ink, I absorb my schedule -- making it easier to remember and imprinted in my memory (poetic, right?)

So why have I shared this with all of you? I suppose I just wanted to offer some insight into how I try to manage my life these days (even though, apparently, this is how I've managed my time since I was about 11 years old.) I have had trouble adjusting to my schedule, despite (like I touch upon in my previous post) having been at my job for almost a year. I find that by planning things in advance and writing events/tasks/deadlines down in my agenda, I can find a way to eliminate some of the stress that's been induced by my commute or long day, and stick to doing the things that keep me sane and healthy (meeting up with friends, doctor's appointments, yoga classes, etc).

How have you managed the transition from a flexible college schedule to the more rigid 9-to-5? Do you rely on ol' faithful (A.K.A. the archaic weekly planner) or your smartypants phones?

Let me know. Maybe we can discuss sometime? I can pencil you in.

Time & Punishment: The Dreaded Commute

No...but really...THIS IS MY LIFE

Almost one year later of participating in the 9-to-5 grind, and I can't say that I've become accustomed to my commute or work-week schedule. When I first started coming to work, I was assured that the mind-numbing hours spent in traffic would eventually become so ingrained into my everyday life that the overwhelming irritability and anxiety I was (and still am) experiencing, trapped inside my car twice a day to-and-fro, would become a distant memory. Well, just shy of hitting my one-year-mark of Boston traffic, I beg to differ. If anything, the anxiety continues to mount as my car inches along the highway -- a discouraging 50MPH under the speed limit -- cursing myself for listening to those previous naysayers. Trapped in my Hyundai, staring at fellow commuters through their windows, hoping not to see anyone pick their nose, I hope that my right foot doesn't give out on me. Even worse, I try not to let my mind wander, while sitting in this temporary highway parking lot, for fear that I will put my car in park and see if I can run home faster than my car can drive there.

Inevitably, when you're stuck in a little steel casing for over three hours a day for your commute, you tend to wonder what you're doing, well, with those three hours a day that you will never get back. I am left having a "Sisyphus" moment, wondering about the futility of it all -- driving back and forth to work, only to wake up the next morning and do it all over again without any sense of purpose or mission. Ah yes, typical Angela, veering towards over-dramatic and revealing all of her neuroses -- but when you're spending all of this travel time to drive towards an entry-level job with an entry-level salary with entry-level work... Well, not to sound ungrateful for having a job (I am lucky to have a good job), but you might become a bit frustrated. 

I have to make tentative time commitments after work -- frequently falling victim to the spontaneous and unexplainable two or two-and-a-half-hour commutes home, causing me to cancel appointments scheduled after-hours. I've missed dinner reservations, been forced to make friends wait over a half an hour for me, and ultimately, arrived home giving me only 12 hours before I needed to get back into the car to drive back towards work. Sure, the 9-to-5 is filling up my wallet, but it certainly has emptied out my bank account of time. A stressful drive means I arrive to my destination aggravated, stressed, irritated and ultimately, fuming. My free time -- my life -- is pushed to the wayside all so that I can arrive at a cubicle, answer phone calls and click my mouse around a few times a day. While I appreciate my job and the opportunity it is giving me, I feel as though I fight to figure out what this is all really for and if it is worth this much anxiety.

Again, I don't mean to sound like a whiny brat (although, I'm sure I do right now) -- but I think this draws upon a bigger issue for post-grads accepting these entry level jobs. We essentially end up putting up with less than desirable conditions (low salaries, long hours, bad commutes) because we simply want to have jobs. We graduate with degrees that provide this illusion of security and success. Our degrees promise us that we will find something for which we are qualified and at which we will use all of our learned skills, drawing upon so much potential. And yet, we wind up doing data-entry for eight-hours a day. Is this okay? I don't know, really. After all, you need to start somewhere, and it isn't going to be at the top. You need to put in time and hard work before you can expect to be sitting pretty. That's the way things work. Certainly, I am still here putting up with my commute, but I can't say I am happy with sitting my car for upwards of 20 hours a week.

Clearly, having a job with a bad commute comes at the cost of my personal life (and, more importantly my sanity.) Like I said before, I can't always commit to something after work. Even when I do, I have to make sure it's late enough to insure that I am not inconveniencing other people. The longer I sit in traffic, the more irritable I become and the less likely it is that I even want to do anything -- just feeling defeated and useless. My commute ends up taking away the free time I need to insure that I arrive at work the next morning feeling refreshed and ready to be productive. Instead, I feel as though I wind up being resentful and exhausted -- definitely not the fore-bearers of efficiency and productivity. (You can even ask my mom...you do NOT want to talk to me while I am in traffic or after a long ride home...)

So what is the solution? Obviously, many people would suggest either moving closer to my job or find a new job closer to my current living situation. Is that possible though? With my budget being what it is (and my meager salary), an apartment closer to the city means having to forego food and furniture (are those things really that important anyway?). And finding a new job? Well, that is opening a whole other can of worms (dive through my blog's earliest posts of yesteryear). Then, there's always the option of working earlier hours; however, that doesn't actually solve anything -- it merely shifts my time in traffic and forces me to wake up earlier and go to bed later. I wish I could opt for telecommuting, but that seems to be an option allowed for employees with seniority rather than plebeians living life at the bottom of the food-chain.

And that leaves me... here...heading back to my car to fight traffic per usual. So tell me, how do you preserve your sanity while in traffic? What do you think is the best option for those of us who deal with lengthy and tiring commutes? Is there any option?

Or should I just stop ranting now?

This has been a public service announcement sponsored by my over-listened-to-playlists and tired right foot.

The Sands of Time

I gained some momentum the past few weeks with the blog posts -- I know, I know, you were impressed -- but clearly, I have slowed down. Blame my post- Valentine's Day haze. It was probably all of the chocolate I ate.

Get excited, though. I have a series (yes -- you heard me -- series) of posts coming up all having to do with the most elusive and mysterious of all things: TIME. Each installment will focus on an aspect of time management and having a busy schedule: the stuff of grown-ups. Fun stuff, right?

Be there or be square.