my terrifying saturday: a pure barre exam + a possessed dog
Hey guys! Like I mentioned last week, this past Saturday was my Pure Barre instructor final exam. The events leading up to and happening after the exam are so ridiculous that I have to tell the whole story…
My husband thought it would be a good idea to visit his brother for the night on Friday so that he could be out of my way and let me finish studying. I was looking forward to a quiet night and some solid sleep. That did not happen.
For some reason Gunnar, our dog, began acting like he was possessed. Running around, getting into everything, jumping up on things, sprinting at full speed towards me.
It was a stressful night of trying to study while being edgy watching him pace around the house, looking for things to eat or get into. The night ended with me tossing him into his crated area and crawling into bed to watch an episode of Girls on the laptop, drowning my nerves in a glass of wine.
My stress levels (and maybe the wine) clearly impacted my sleep–I woke up every two hours, stressing over the most trivial things. The morning came and I had to get into final cram mode for my exam at 12:30pm.
I opened the doors to our backyard, expecting Gunnar to go sun himself on the patio as he usually likes to do. As I finished up breakfast and was pep-talking myself into some studying, I found Gunnar on top of a wing chair, digging his nose into a laundry basket. I had raised the laundry basket for the specific reason of him getting into it–lo and behold, I didn’t think fast enough.
Off he went, gleefully sprinting with a large wool ski sock in his mouth. From past experience I know that yelling and getting his attention will only make him sprint away more, so I tried to calmly plead with him to stop and give it to me.
After minutes of begging, he stared me in the eye and chomped. And chomped. And chomped.
The sock was down his throat in three bites.
At this point, with the lack of sleep compounded with extended anxiety from the dog and my exam, plus the mere hours until filming, I completely lost it. I was sobbing, frantically shoving my arm down his throat to try to get him to throw it up. I had reached my breaking point.
Why was I so dramatic? Well, a dog swallowing something as large as a wool sock can result in thousands of dollars spent on surgery to remove it. That and the dog could actually die. I was so mad at myself for him getting the sock, but I had to forget it all and focus on the exam.
My husband returned home to continue sock-watch (in case Gunnar tried to pass it via either end…), and I showered and packed up to head over to the studio. How much studying did I get done? Pretty much none.
I arrived at the studio frazzled and painfully nervous. I took about fifteen minutes to practice the logistics, and then we set up to start.
How did I do? Somehow I got into a zone and remembered pretty much everything. Did I have some slip-ups? Of course. There were a couple quick little stutters here and there, but I think, I hope, it will be good enough to pass.
I had a client after my exam and finally returned home, exhausted and ready to collapse. The sock was still a no-show, so my husband and I talked out our options over a much-needed cocktail. Avoiding any TMI for you all, we successfully got the sock out via…his throat.
We ended the day with a sock-free dog and a more relaxed me.
The lesson that I learned is that stress and anxiety are the real deal. All those studies that prove that stress causes so many diseases or illnesses? I totally believe it. The feeling I had those two days was abnormal and I hated it. I felt so out of control of my body!
Now that the exam is behind me, I’m looking forward to less stress. I forgot how rough it is to study for something!
How do you guys deal with stress? I clearly need some pointers…