Kristi Govertsen again. Here is my "Yes Day" Epilogue. On "Yes Day" I agreed to take a hula-hooping workout class at my gym, however, it was not actually held until later this last week. So on Wednesday, I left campus in the middle of my work day, got myself over to the gym, and grabbed my hula-hoop. While it was initially fun, silly, and full of laughter, the class progressed into more difficult hula-hooping maneuvers, and ultimately took a very dark turn as my hulu-hoop became an instrament of bodily destruction. Yes, I was literally battered and beaten by my hula-hoop. While I woke up the next morning with the delightful burn one feels after an incredible ab workout, I also woke up with actual black-and-blue bruises on my body. When asked by a few friends how I came to have such obviously violent marks on my arms, I am not sure they 100% believed me when I said, "Hula-hooping can be a very dangerous sport." As for "Yes Day" experiences, I have not yet decided if this is an activity I would recommend, however, I am choosing to wear my scars with honor, digniity, and a hilarious story to tell my grandchildren. And the lesson learned? Don't underestimate a hula-hoop's ability to execute a terrific smackdown. |
Saturday, April 3, 2010
Sunday, March 28, 2010
"Yes to joy! Yes to joy! Yes to joy! Yes to joy! Yes to joy!..." This was my mantra yesterday morning as I swam laps at the gym. Yup, that's right, my "Yes Day!" started out at the gym. I woke up at 6:00am with my cat, Mimicat, giving me her good morning "Meow! Are you going to feed me now?" to which I rolled out of bed with a, "Yes!" On my way back to bed, I found myself asking myself, "Do I want to get over to the gym this early?" To which I replied, "Yes!" As I grabbed my gym bag, I noticed my swim goggles sticking, and I asked, "Am I going to really be swimming laps today?" and as I was mentally replying "Yes!" I stopped in my tracks. I love swimming, and realized I had probably asked myself every time I go to the gym , "Am I going to really be swimming laps today?" to which I always talk myself out of it for some reason or another. So here I was at 6:30am on a Saturday morning as excited as if it were Christmas day, because I was finally going to allow myself the joy of swimming. As I giddily changed in the locker room, I realized that it had been almost a year and a half since I had worked out in the pool. All alone in the pool at the crack of dawn, all of 45 minutes into "Yes Day!" I found myself making the promise to stop denying myself the day-to-day, simple joys of life. After that epiphany, the rest of my "Yes Day!" yielded some really hilarious results such as foo-foo style keys when I had keys made at the hardware store, extra forks brought to me even though I already had enough forks to eat my salad, and volunteering to be the logisitics gopher girl at a friend's upcoming training. I even lugged cinder blocks around to the point of a minor hand strain, which made me feel like such a bad-ass, that I didn't even mind I had to end my "Yes Day!" on ice. Thanks for the "Yes Day!" opportunity, now on to the future, overflowing with extra joy, extra hilarity, and extra bad-assness . |
Monday, March 22, 2010
Yay for more YES Day participants
Saturday, March 20, 2010
Preparation for National Yes Day
How do you register? It's easy?
1) Join the Facebook Group "Yes Day"
2) Check out the discussion board for the rules of Yes Day
3) Create a tag of your name here on the blog
4) Add yourself as an author on the blog (or genevieve will add you)
5) Take note of the email address to post media remotely, gtinsay.yesday@blogger.com.
6) If you wish, register your mobile phone to post media via MMS.
7) Make sure to get on the blog and write a post about your Yes Day experience.