Entries from April 2014

use your words katie

April 25, 2014

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i’ll try to use words.

there are the obvious ones: grateful, beholden, indebted, disbelieving, bed-wetting; but they all seem flat and empty compared to the marching band of thankful drumming around in my belly as i try to sit still.

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wednesday afternoon, in a ballroom teeming of my heroes, idols, icons, and personal celebrities—people i look up to and admire, and never in a million years would even aspire to emulate, they’re that stratospheric, out of my league fabulous; and there i was, breaking bread, sitting knee-to-knee, posing for selfies, and talking shop on bar stools with them.

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i was at the historic roosevelt hotel, in hollywood, california, for the annual equinox forum on group exercise, a global {we now have clubs in canada and london} meeting of managers and executives from every single equinox club in the world, to discuss, celebrate and plan equinox’s vision for the future.

it was obvious someone had made a GIANT mistake with my invitation, and most likely was going to get fired…..wes pedersen.

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i kept my mouth shut, drank the free coffee, tried not to draw too much attention to myself by eating the free breakfast, and did my best to take it all in like the poser i am.

it was a day crammed full of inspiration.

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i stopped counting the number of times i put index fingers to temples, in effort to commit my note-taking to memory. visions of the future, statistics of how far we as a company have come, testimonials from members whose lives have dramatically changed from the support of fellow instructors, people i know and love; this was an eight-hour re-affirmation {not that i needed it} of why i get jiggy with what i do.

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we are in the business of changing people’s lives; every day, every single morning and night, and i feel so lucky to be a part of it. the reality of what i get to do sometimes knocks me to the ground, in holy-shit, gratitude.

winding down the day we ended with the “noxie” awards ceremony, celebrating and rewarding the best in the industry for their dedication to equinox, and ingenuity at their affiliate clubs. it still is beyond me that i was allowed to witness and join in on this celebration.

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writing these next words feels like an out of body experience, as did the moment my photo and name flashed on the screen, when carol espel named me as a winner of my own “noxie” in the category of group exercise excellence.

i’m pretty sure i threw up.

there were multiple f-bombs on my part {sorry amy dixon.}

and i ruined the photos with my tears.

those are the only snippets i remember.

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again, most likely there was a mistake made somewhere, and someone will be losing their job, but for the time being, i am chin-t0-chest, hands in prayer, beyond thankful and feel utterly aghast, drunk on the fireworks of support and kindness i’ve been receiving over the last 48 hours.

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i once had a family member question my career choice:

all those years studying at ucla, and you’re teaching aerobics for a living?”

i’m not going to lie, this has fucked with me; as if i was less-than, or wasteful with my education or brain.

often times i’ve felt small or less erudite amongst so-called “professionals”-those who sit at desks and make decisions affecting world markets and policies for communities, teachers teaching our precious babies to be good citizens; mothers who stay at home raising future voters and toddlers to potty on toilets.

i don’t know how to do any of those things, i can’t even make a pie crust, but i can show you how to plank?

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but i realize, often times i’m the link before these professionals and parents get to said desks, classrooms or kitchens.

on wednesday we talked about our “through line” for the classes we teach; what’s our intention, our objective when we go in to teach…mine is always the same, has always been the same since i taught my first class seventeen years ago:

walk out of class feeling better than you walked in here.

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no it’s not profound or tweet worthy. but as i teach, cue and correct i have visions, hopes, expectations of my tribe going off on their day with a feeling of self-induced empowerment; a positivity that hopefully their spouse or partner, co-worker, or even enemy will feel.

maybe that day will be the day they’re able to forgive, let go of the albatross of bitter holding them back from living a more joyful life. perhaps a lyric of a song will remind them how far they’ve come from a bad break-up, or maybe just an encouraging woo-hoo from a fellow rider will confirm to someone else, one whose heart might be in the middle of breaking into a million little pieces, that they are not alone.

i want my students friends  family walking out of class feeling like this.

this is why i teach.

i am beyond grateful for my award, but the real award is this family.

thank you equinox.

thank you family.

love,

katie

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spring break

April 16, 2014

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darlings it’s been too long.

i’ve been remiss from my post.

like a rampant co-ed, unleashed on myrtle beach; caution and bra to the wind, my feet dangling, shot-gun, outside the sunroof, as i pass my number to the cutest boy in town; laptops and passcodes have been ebola virus loathe to me………until today.

glad to see you.

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catch me up on you, as i french kiss this cup of dark roast.

is april treating you well?

like me, are you fist pumping the lilac-scented, morning air; HAPPY for warmer days and shorter nights; uber-thrilled with sunday’s episode of game of thrones? –if you’re not caught up…get OFF the internet now!

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against type, {half-asian, allergic to daylight} i’ve been playing outdoors.

each afternoon, with hat on head, pocketing out new parts of town, i taste-test the sunshine, sampling all the radiance and jolly spring has to offer.

nothing too adventurous, typically it’s never more than a five minute stroll down a foreign street, or i’ll park somewhere farther away than usual; the perfect portion of fresh air and vitamin d—nothing more, nothing where i break a sweat or strap on sneakers.

this is me we’re talking about; i wear sunscreen to bed, i have zero desire to trek nepal, nor go anywhere requiring a compass or map. my version of SURVIVOR is a hotel without 24-hour room service.

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competing with sunshine, for air time in my life, is sweet; there is a prolific amount of sweet going around town.

sweetness comes in all forms these days, and not just in my recent, key lime pie face-plants.

my easter basket of sweet includes the tall, the short, male, female, four-legged with whiskers, and a pulse-free, heart rate inducing nemesis keeping me up at all hours of the night.

and sometimes that sweet comes in the form of falling flat on my face, scraped-up knees and bloody elbows for souvenirs, accompanied with a wet-your-pants rendition of how it all went down.

my lesson there was that not all fences need mending. i tend to bloat my importance in other people’s lives. sometimes silence is the loudest and clearest message of all.

now it’s just a matter of me walking, breathing, & hip-shaking my new awareness.

but there’s still sweetness in knowing that although i may not have succeeded in an earnest endeavor, i’m still standing, loving {hard}, laughing {a lot,} and believing in the good.

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i’m a sucker for a happy ending.

{don’t be nasty.}

and i get one every morning and every night…

{again keep it clean, guys.}

thank you is a happy ending.

a 45-second, out of the saddle, sprint, with the biggest, fattest gear, leaving me breathless, and wanting to vomit, is a happy ending.

lessons, even when they leave me tear-stained are happy endings.

the breath of a beast is a happy ending.

 and every time i sit down to say “hello” to you, THAT is a happy ending.

wednesday happy to you my bunny rabbits; wishing you many happy endings…

love,

katie

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it’s friday i’m in love

April 4, 2014

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friday-you’re my all-time favorite-to you m’loves!

my heart + head are taking a victory lap around the happy track as i reflect on my week well-spent.

i’ve earned each one of my evening bubble baths, and i have the scrapes, bruises and aching knee as proof.

as much as i complain about being tired, sore and wanting more days off, i can’t put a price tag on that feeling of satisfaction, at the end of the day, when it’s too exhausting to even emotionally eat, of having worked my face off.

here are a few other things putting effervescent, linden-scented, bubbles in my life:

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ok please tell me you all have sisyphus?

no, not the venereal disease that killed al capone and paul gaugin.

sisyphus!

the new album from Sufjan StevensSon LuxSerengeti?

um…..

mind blown–

—thundered like that popcorn bag you forget to take out of the microwave and that has now exploded hot, burnt, morsels of popped fever throughout the house.

this will be my spring/summer playlist.

let’s JAM!

{do you know how happy it makes me that i spelled the word venereal wrong 3 times?}

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how do you like my new cup?

villa pilates and yoga {my wednesday night, pilates party joint} just got the best, new coffee mugs in their shop.

they have three different versions….you better snap one up, asap, before they’re all gone.

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i’ve had a great round of random, unplanned {one planned} encounters with friends this week.

don’t you love those spontaneous pockets of catch-up time in the grocery aisle or coffee line? all week-long, i was gifted with meaningful, resonant, albeit too short, brushes with love and friendship.

typically when i run into friends i’m sporting my most-haggard, is-she-homeless-outfit:

“no sir, i don’t need your extra change, but thank you for the offer, i WILL eat the rest of your burrito though.”

fortunately all week-long i’ve been wearing my new favorite sweatshirt to help dispel any current vagabond rumors.

again, from villa pilates and yoga {my paycheck is pretty much a wash for what i end up buying each week; carly sources the BEST stuff in town.}

this california landscape sweatshirt fulfills every jennifer beals/flashdance fantasy i’ve ever had. it has not left my back since i took it off the hanger.

“villa” has a few left {call carly,}  and there’s a cool new mexico landscape on 35 mm’s website.

it’s made from the softest material, and hangs kind of low in the back; it’s a great sweatshirt for chilly, coastal california, summer nights.

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 the other day i was asked what my “look” typically is…

 “a snarl, of course!

i snapped back, bad-temperedly.

having to have the question re-explained to me {twice,} i, now, have a different answer.

my look? my style?

got it.

i wish i could say i’m of the ladylike, preppy-ilk: she whom lunches with a cavalier king charles spaniel in her kelly green, kate spade; knees perfectly knocked together, crossed at the ankles in satin-ribbon adorned ballet flats, sipping chamomile tea while waxing poetic over the latest jodi pocult novel, and philanthroping hard for her junior league’s upcoming charity ball, but that fucking shit isn’t me.

i so admire this style and have tried to emulate it most of my life: think popped collar, manicure to match, grandmother’s pearls, and a hem-length just as afraid of heights as i am…

but alas my nails haven’t been painted since 2013, granny wore kimonos, and even my conversational french {which is nil} is so brimful of profanity; one sentence out of my filthy, four-letter peppered mouth, and my membership into club preppy was axed.

lately my style is best described as a twelve-year old, pre-pubescent boy with a penchant for blow dry bars and heavy duty eye cream.

case in point: check out my new vans!

they’re black and white checker-board slip-on’s and they’re the raddest things to ever happen to my feet; second to a massage i had in shanghai, ten years ago, but that post is password protected.

and best of all priscilla think my vans are low-class, so it’s highly unlikely she’ll destroy them.

nevertheless she will be with me at the skate park this afternoon.

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so i may prefer vans over valentino, but i’m still a sucker for the beauty parlor.

yesterday i had a fun visit with my original girl crush, misha nesselrod.

misha, known as the eyebrow-whisperer, has also become the eyelash fairy.

i’ve had eyelash extensions before.

no one else knew i had them, they just assumed i was a coffee-addicted, vans-wearing, twelve-year old boy, looking for the nearest drag-queen competition. and after one too many inquests into my tucking talent i nixed going to the eyelash extension bar.

that is until misha convinced me to let her do “express” lashes on me…promising me i wouldn’t look like ru-paul.

express lashes from misha are a 30 minute, SUPER-natural looking, painless, affordable option for those of you, like me, who have been burned before by the reach out and touch the car in front of you, lashes.

you can see in my photo how natural looking they really are.

while i was there i also got a great trim from laurie bernard. this was my first haircut at holiday salon, and i can see what all the buzz is about.

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and lastly:

VEEP is back this sunday!

now, DUH, of course, like all of you, i’ll be watching game of thrones with bated brain and breath, but VEEP is just so friggin smart and hilarious i’m just as excited about its return.

it’s the perfect antidote to all the dark, grimy, sinister shows i tend to love and have been bingeing on of late.

the no they did not!??!! factor on veep is so high i was alarmed when a former white house press secretary from the new republic wrote that VEEP is “more accurate than you realize.

god help us.

can we please just get someone to have the OPPOSITE opinion about house of cards?

{SPOILER ALERT}

every time i see joe biden on tv now, i get a gag-inducing image of him, jill, and mr. secret service man, three-some’ing on the kitchen counter…i need this erased from my brain PLEASE!!

so there you have it: my favorites for my favorites.

did i miss anything?

see you on the other side of sunday m’loves.

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