Spinning out of control

Ever since my oldest was born I've had a gym membership.  This is because I subscribe to the philosophy that if I'm paying for it I'll most likely use it and more or less this has worked out over the years.  There was a brief period of time when I bought a treadmill thinking it would be so much easier to work out at home but instead it just became a really ugly clothes rack in the corner of our bedroom--like the precursor to my tub pile.  So a gym membership works better for me.  For years I have belonged to the local 24 Hour Fitness club and because we joined when they first opened we've had this screaming deal of only $99 a year for our membership fees.  However, it's not really a "family" gym so about 6 years ago we joined the local community center for the track, pool, etc.  That has been my preferred work out place because I'm not gonna lie--I feel pretty tough with the mostly elderly clientele that works out in the mornings.  It's pretty chill there and I can pop in, do my work out and get out of there with minimal fuss.  Plus it doesn't matter what you look or dress like.  I mean some of these older folks are working out in jeans.  Jeans!  I don't even know how that is possible.

Anyway, that had been good for a while but as the kids have gotten older I'm really the only one using the membership and it seemed silly to pay $70 a month when I have that sweet deal going on over at 24 Hour so this last month I made the switch and went back to my old stomping grounds.  For the most part it's fine--there's a lot more variety there and way more machines but I have to tell you, I don't feel so tough anymore because I'm not 100% sure but I think I might be the "elderly" of that club.  Like I feel old over there.  I mean twenty something girls show up wearing full makeup and hair extensions--at 9 am in the morning!  That is just WRONG!  Meanwhile I literally look like I just rolled out of bed with my hair pulled back in a pony, headband in and the only makeup gracing my face is the mascara smudged under my eyes from the day before.  Seriously, who goes to they gym looking like they have a hot date???

So, there's that.  Also, at the community center the TVs were all set to things like Animal Planet and Wheel of Fortune reruns but at this gym it's MTV.  And the MTV that is on now is nothing like the MTV I remember.  Like call me crazy but didn't it used to show actual music videos?  Because I don't think it does anymore--now it's just scantily dressed women screaming like banshees and rappers with reality shows that are so ridiculous.  I'm missing those Perry Mason episodes with the geriatric crowd...

The other night I was there and I was so not in the mood to listen to the two girls on the treadmills next to me talk about the problems associated with all night bouts of partying and drinking (all discussed while walking about 2 miles an hour and checking their hair in the mirrors) so I decided to be daring and try my first ever spin class.  I have to say, I kind of enjoyed it--it was a dang good workout and it really made me reflect on life.  See in spin class you ride a stationary bike as an instructor leads the class through different levels.  When you are warming up you keep your bike tension at a lower level like 3-4 and then you begin to go thru different "hills" and "valleys", either ramping up the tension or dialing it back depending on the scenario.  The great thing about it is that nobody knows what your tension is at except you--what may be a 3 for one person could be a 9 for another.  It's up to you to push yourself and then know your limits.

I think life is like that--we are all spinning thru this life and sometimes we get to coast by on a 3 where we aren't breathing hard and are just enjoying the little ride.  And then all at once someone yells "10" and before you know it you're pedaling with all your might, your legs screaming in pain, your head bent down, sweat pouring off you and you can barely breathe.  Do you ever feel like that?  I really have the last little while--in fact I did not fully appreciate my easy "3" time of life until the "10" came along and somedays I feel like it's all I can do to just stay on the bike!  But here's the thing about spin class.  Those hills are dang hard--but they are pretty short and then you get to coast along for a while until the next one comes.  And when the next one comes you can usually push yourself harder because your muscles are warmed up and you're feeling stronger--stronger than you would be had you coasted along at a leisurely pace the whole time and when the hour is up you feel amazing--like you've accomplished something great and maybe made yourself just a teeny bit better in the process.

So that's what I'm working on now--learning to love the hills and appreciate them for what they are:  ways to make us stronger, better people.  Looking back over the last year I've realized that life is not predictable.  We can plan and prepare but we can  be coasting along thinking we have it all under control and someone will come by and ramp up that tension to a 10 and suddenly you're not sure you're going to make it over that hill.  But guess what.  We do.  We will.  And when we do we realize we are so much more capable than we thought we were and not only that, we appreciate the valleys even more now.  At least I do.  Most days:-)

Snowmageddon

"Snowmageddon" is here people.  At least that's what the news is calling it.  Or "Snowpocolypse."  I can't decide which I find most mockable.  Whenever the promise of bad weather hits the northwest the news channels take drama to new heights around here--I remember the "Arctic Blast" a few years ago and a few years before that it was the "Deep Freeze."  It doesn't take much snow for panic to set in here  and I started thinking that there's a chance I might be the news channel of parenting.

Now, if you don't now me that well I will explain that I think that a good percentage of the time I'm pretty chill.  I mean things bug me--but mostly in an annoying yet sometimes hilarious sort of way.  I'm not easily offended, I rarely get really mad and if I do it lasts for like 10 minutes because I hate being mad.  Dave and I rarely disagree because neither one of us likes being disagreeable and if there is any contention our code word is "nice."  As in after a tense few moments one of us will look at the other and say, "nice???"  To which the appropriate response is, "I love…."  (So if you happen to hear this exchange you know that we just experienced our version of a fight.  Now you know all my secrets…)  In addition I prefer to think of myself as a pretty positive person who is not prone to a whole lot of drama.  Except where my children are concerned--more importantly my children's future.

I think this is why the teenage years are throwing me for a bit of a loop.  The child who is getting a couple of bad grades mid semester is going to be a college drop out selling fudgesicles out of an ice cream truck for a living (like the actor who plays Ron in ""Harry Potter"), the one who lives like a slob is going to drive his future wife insane with his pile of clothes and books, and whenever one has a streak of grumpiness I worry that they are going to turn into one of those cranky neighbors that complains to the nice mom with six kids about leaves blowing into her yard.

That's why I'm lucky to have Dave.  He reminds me that the poor student will turn it around (he is) and probably grow up to support us in our old age, the messy one will figure it out when he has a roommate or wife (I hope so for the wife's sake) and the grumpiness is just a phase that most teens go through and does not mean they will turn into curmudgeony old men who shake a fist at the neighbor kids when they ride their bikes in the cul de sac.  (We have some crazy neighbors if you can't tell.)

That doesn't mean that I wouldn't prefer it if we didn't have to hound about grades or cleanliness or put up with the whininess or grunting (again, so much grunting) but I'm also trying to keep a level head about such things because they are short term.  Not to mention the fact that my parenting trials are pretty minor compared to many.  So I'm going to try to quit blowing them up in my mind to the status of "Teenageddon" and instead recognize that it's just a dusting of pre teen/teen angst much like this snow "storm" so far.

Update: I wrote this post when the snow storm was just getting started and I sort of mocked it.  But we did get a good helping of snow and more is on the way today.  I have to say, I'm loving "Snowmageddon" because it's so fun seeing the kids having so much fun together.  Even with the challenges we face as a family we are very blessed that our kids get along very well and genuinely like being together.  And that, is a win in my book.