Productive weeks project; Episode 1

May 7, 2012


This is a new mini month project, that I decided to blog about! *feels excited* And due to lack of other, better name, I'll just call it "Productive weeks project". Mainly, I'll try doing one or more than one creative / good / funny / beneficial things each week to make me feel better somehow. 

What it'll be about? 
It'll be about me doing productive, new things I've never tried before. 

How long will it last?
A month. From the begining till the end of May.

First week to start with was last week (01.05 - 06.05)

Last Friday a friend of mine bursted into the school library and told me she was going to the gym for the first time. After a short conversation, I mentioned I also wanted to start going to the gym last year, but it was cancelled due to the fact that I had no friend to go with (cuz my friends are lazy like that) and it's too weird (even for me) to go all alone, so I dropped it. Funnily enough she told me she was in the same situation, but finally decided not to give care and signed to the closest fitness. Until I realized it, she was pulling me out, begging me to go to her first training together. We had just finished the school day and I was with my formal clothes, so at first I was like "Are you kidding me? What am I gonna do there with you, look at my clothes?!" but she insisted so much, that it didn't took long until I was out the door... I got back home to change, then met her and headed to the place. I was so damn excited, going to the gym for the first time, it was actually pretty funny. The gym turned out to be quite close to school. First thing we saw when we walked in was our trainer - middle aged woman with fake tan, long, dyed black hair, lots of make up, funny Lana Del Rey lips and thin waist, somking a cigarette infront of the building. (the gym is a part of a hotel) It was a quite skeptical view at first :D 
We walked in the small room, with little fitness equipment, two changing rooms and a bathroom plus toilet, bought cards and started training immedeately under our trainer's instructions.(she was quite tough on us) One by one, we trained on almost every single equipment at the room like fitness bike, cross trainer, disk, dumbbells, treadmill, combined appliances, fitness lever and so on. For two hours we managed to do (our first) whole body workout and burn about 800 calories! We left the gym in pain, but happy... I'm not much of a sport person, so it was a big deal for me and I quite enjoyed it. So that's how me and my friend decided to begin our "new" healthier life... And start going to the gym together twice a week from now on.

Not that I'm fat or overweight or whatever, but I think fitness is good for everyone, because it'll not only clamp your body, but it's also good to keep your tonus, burn your calories and train each group of muscles in your body, in order to look good and feel good... I can't wait to see the results on me. :)

Here's how our new gym looks like! 

"A sweet lesson on patience"


You may've already seen/read this touching story somewhere, but in case you haven't, you should check it out. One real, beautiful event I stumbled upon on Tumblr today and I decided to share with you...

(A NYC Taxi driver wrote:)

I arrived at the address and honked the horn. After waiting a few minutes I honked again. Since this was going to be my last ride of my shift I thought about just driving away, but instead I put the car in park and walked up to the door and knocked.. ‘Just a minute’, answered a frail, elderly voice. I could hear something being dragged across the floor.
After a long pause, the door opened. A small woman in her 90’s stood before me. She was wearing a print dress and a pillbox hat with a veil pinned on it, like somebody out of a 1940’s movie.
By her side was a small nylon suitcase. The apartment looked as if no one had lived in it for years. All the furniture was covered with sheets.
There were no clocks on the walls, no knickknacks or utensils on the counters. In the corner was a cardboard
box filled with photos and glassware.
‘Would you carry my bag out to the car?’ she said. I took the suitcase to the cab, then returned to assist the woman.
She took my arm and we walked slowly toward the curb.
She kept thanking me for my kindness. ‘It’s nothing’, I told her.. ‘I just try to treat my passengers the way I would want my mother to be treated.’
‘Oh, you’re such a good boy, she said. When we got in the cab, she gave me an address and then asked, ‘Could you drive
through downtown?’
‘It’s not the shortest way,’ I answered quickly..
‘Oh, I don’t mind,’ she said. ‘I’m in no hurry. I’m on my way to a hospice.
I looked in the rear-view mirror. Her eyes were glistening. ‘I don’t have any family left,’ she continued in a soft voice..’The doctor says I don’t have very long.’ I quietly reached over and shut off the meter.
‘What route would you like me to take?’ I asked.
For the next two hours, we drove through the city. She showed me the building where she had once worked as an elevator operator.
We drove through the neighborhood where she and her husband had lived when they were newlyweds. She had me pull up in front of a furniture warehouse that had once been a ballroom where she had gone dancing as a girl.
Sometimes she’d ask me to slow in front of a particular building or corner and would sit staring into the darkness, saying nothing.
As the first hint of sun was creasing the horizon, she suddenly said, ‘I’m tired.Let’s go now’.
We drove in silence to the address she had given me. It was a low building, like a small convalescent home, with a driveway that passed under a portico.
Two orderlies came out to the cab as soon as we pulled up. They were solicitous and intent, watching her every move.
They must have been expecting her.
I opened the trunk and took the small suitcase to the door. The woman was already seated in a wheelchair.
‘How much do I owe you?’ She asked, reaching into her purse.
‘Nothing,’ I said
‘You have to make a living,’ she answered.
‘There are other passengers,’ I responded.
Almost without thinking, I bent and gave her a hug.She held onto me tightly.
‘You gave an old woman a little moment of joy,’ she said. ‘Thank you.’
I squeezed her hand, and then walked into the dim morning light.. Behind me, a door shut.It was the sound of the closing of a life..
I didn’t pick up any more passengers that shift. I drove aimlessly lost in thought. For the rest of that day,I could hardly talk.What if that woman had gotten an angry driver,or one who was impatient to end his shift? What if I had refused to take the run, or had honked once, then driven away?
On a quick review, I don’t think that I have done anything more important in my life.
We’re conditioned to think that our lives revolve around great moments.
But great moments often catch us unaware-beautifully wrapped in what others may consider a small one.

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