Day 162: June 18th, 2012 = COMPLETE!!!!!
Cardio was = Walking
Dance of the Day was = “Black Horse & The Cherry Tree” by KT Tunstall
Improvised Acting Video I uploaded to my other blog was = “Nut Cracker Torture”
Anything to Note =
An odd thing happened on the subway today – there was dueling people asking for money. I’ve never seen that before. I’ve seen dueling musicians on the platform but this was within one small subway car.
I hear “Ladies and Gentlemen….” to my right and then suddenly to my left, a split second later, I hear another “Ladies and Gentlemen…”
At first I thought they might be working together in some way as that would be a good idea to get the attention of the whole subway car, to be on opposite ends, but then I quickly realized they were not.
The one to my right was homeless and in need and the other one to my left was homeless and in need too. But, also blind.
So who do you give to?
I am going to have to say the blind man wins. Wins – not the right word, the wrong word really, but in this case, the exact word.
The blind man made his way up the car as the other sat back, so the other obviously understood he could not compete against someone who was blind. In fact he didn’t compete at all. He hung back while he watched the blind man make his way down the car, collecting his money in his outright cap, smacking the feet of those around with his stick to move out of his way.
I’m not even sure the blind man heard the other try to start his speech first.
Or maybe he did. I don’t know.
I felt bad for the other homeless guy actually as he hung back waiting for the next stop so he could get off and try to collect on a non-competing subway car.
He just looked so defeated. And a little embarrassed that he had started with his “Ladies and Gentlemen….” to only be cut short. He knew those of us around him had heard him. Were watching him.
Right before we reached the next stop, an older woman reached over and gave him a little something. I think she felt sorry for him too.
I know there are a lot of homeless people begging but in my 8 years here I have never encountered two competing for the price of one.
Day 67: March 15th, 2012 = COMPLETE!!!!!
Cardio was = Walking
Dance of the Day was = “Beautiful Night” by Diana Birzu Feat. Tony Ray & MC Robinho
Improvised Acting Video I uploaded to my other blog was = “TV Commercial Copycat”
Anything to Note =
I had a HORRIBLE morning this morning. I transferred to the 7 train going to work as usual and everything started out normal. I even got a good spot near the door on the 7 train since I can’t sit on public transportation, and that door opens closest to the escalator when we arrive into Grand Central, that is where I prefer to be. It’s also the easiest place to do my tip-toes in the tunnel as I can be against the door and hold onto the rail at the same time.
Anyway, everything was going normal until we got to the last stop before the tunnel, one stop away from Grand Central. The doors opened and a flood of rush hour people got on and the doors closed. And then we didn’t move.
We didn’t move for like 30-45 minutes.
In a closed, jammed pack subway car.
And then I started to feel nauseous. I had my breakfast in my bag that I was carrying with me to eat when I got to the office but thus hadn’t eaten enough to combat my nausea.
As the time passed and I stood there I started to feel really bad and sick and faint and hot. I had a woman literally pressed up in front of me and all I kept thinking was:
“Hold it together. Breathe. Don’t vomit on the woman in front. Don’t faint.”
Sweat started to pour down me. I managed to wrangle off my coat but any minute I thought I was going to lose it.
I kept looking at the doors. If they would open again I would yell to get off, but I was smooshed all the way back against the opposite doors so I didn’t even know if I could.
And as the time passed and my fears of vomiting or fainting grew, it fueled my anxiety more and I started to get the onset of a panic attack. And the onset grew, and grew and I was so scared but I started to prepare myself for the worst. I had my cell phone in my hand and keys for the office in my pocket. I dropped them into my bag and put the bag on the floor between my legs with my coat as I thought any minute now I would drop to the ground….so I didn’t want to drop my phone from my hand or have my things scattered by the people trying to get off. I was convinced I wouldn’t make it.
And then the train moved.
I closed my eyes and started to do deep breathing. All sounds dropped out around me. All I could hear was my breathing and all I could feel was my hand gripping the rail so hard to keep me upright.
I didn’t think I was going to make it. I thought I would pass out in the tunnel and would have nowhere to go with the jam of people around me until the doors opened and released me backwards. I just kept saying in my head:
“We are almost there now. Don’t pass out now as I’ll fall and crack my head when the doors open. I could hurt the baby.”
And then I felt the train slow down. We had made it into Grand Central.
The doors opened and I slowly, with my eyes focused on one foot in front of the other, found my way through the crowds flying by me to a seat and sat down.
I had to sit there for like half hour to try to regain myself, to breathe in some colder air.
It was really frightening.
But I made it.
I know I have the “no sitting on public transportation” as part of my 365 but I would have sat if there had been a seat the way I felt.
A HORRIBLE start to the day.