Thursday, July 31, 2014

I'm in Los Angeles.

You know what's weird?  I never wanted to move to Los Angeles.  I never had that thought in my brain - I always thought my next stop would be New York.  And then, in a spur of the moment decision, I chose Los Angeles.  It's so weird to me.  

A friend from work and I were talking about how we need to be "yes-woman" more.  For me, I'm kind of a home body and social situations tend to cause me great anxiety, so unless it's an alcohol-related outing (to loosen me up, y'know), then chances are I'm going to go home and cook dinner and sit on my couch, my porch or inside my building's hot tub.  Familiar places always win out over unfamiliar outings.   

Which brings me back to the "yes-woman" realization.   I turn down a lot of opportunities.  I say no way more than one who has done improv for the past nine years of her life should say no.  I choose comfortable 99% of the time.  But when I look back on all the times in my life when I actively chose the uncomfortable situation, they're probably the better moments of my life.  For example, moving to Los Angeles or choosing the BROWN oxford shoes over the BLACK oxford shoes.  Big decisions!

So recently, I chose to enjoy Los Angeles for the weird, strange place that it is.  I said "yes" to Jess and the two of us packed our gym bags (which I don't have, so I used a Madewell bag... super fancy) and went to a SoulCycle class in Santa Monica.  

I have never gone to an exercise class before.  Because again, anxiety.  I'm more of the do yoga/pilates at home and go for a jog type (and dance alone in my living room but don't tell anyone that part) kind of girl..  But, that wasn't doing me any good - and why not do a class?  It's not that I don't enjoy working out, because I actually do, it's just that working out with a group of people terrified me.  So, I think it's pretty funny that I picked SoulCycle as my first group class - but hey, Los Angeles.  

As Jess and I sat in the locker area waiting for the studio to empty out, the energy in the room was palpable and weird.  There were many people having conversations about different trendy diets they were going to try (says the girl who JUST tried a Whole30... and pretty much failed at it) and other people complaining about their days and other people just straight up talking about their SoulCycle experiences.  I was half excited/half vomity.

The class was... intense.  You get locked into your bike and you basically start right away.  There is cardio and strength training and push ups and small hand weights and bicep curls and dancing.  The lights are off, the music is blasting (it was techno... not a fan) and it's over in 45 minutes and everyone is a SWEATY MESS.  I had fun, I enjoyed it, I might even do it again.  But at the end of the day, I'm still an exercise loner.  

Afterwards, Jess and I walked our sweaty selves down the street and got acai bowls because we weren't feeling quite LA enough.  We sat on the street, blocks away from the beach while the sunset and the palm trees looked all pretty and I actually had a moment of, "Where the FUCK am I and how the FUCK did I end up here?" 

But it was nice.  I was happy.  I had a great time and I felt comfortable in my SERIES of uncomfortable decisions.  

Until, of course, it took me 45 minutes to drive home because the traffic at 9pm was STILL TERRIBLE.  

Oh, Los Angeles.  You're... something else.  

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