To Be
I sucked it up and went to yoga at my gym last night. Describing how I felt today to a co-worker, who also teaches yoga, elicited a chuckle and the comment, “it hurts just to be.” She is so right. How I wish I could “not be” today.
I am beyond sore. It hurts to stand, it hurts to sit, and walking is pure torture. My quads, hamstrings, and hips make me feel like I’m 90. The yoga instructor was hard-core. A woman who has her own yoga studio beyond just teaching at Core. She teaches hot yoga at her studio and apparently likes it warm all the time, so no fans on last night. I’ve never sweat so much in my life where I wasn’t outside and wearing wool. The kind of sweat where you look like you’ve taken a shower and its running down your face and dripping everywhere. I wish I had grabbed a towel before I went in to the yoga room, but I’ve never sweat like that so I didn’t. Lesson learned. It was the hardest practice I’ve ever done. I did feel like I accomplished something when I was done, but man it was torture during. And is was again about twenty minutes after I was done. No amount of hot showers, ice packs, or ibuprofen has helped. I’m taking tonight off from the gym. My body obviously needs a break.
Had a tasty lunch today at Takanami downtown with the Steeles. It was my second visit, but the first time I’d actually eaten anything there. I still owed Jerry birthday sushi from a few months back, so I was making good on the gift. My workJeff suggested the bento box and he was so right. I had the seared salmon filet with caramelized onions, roasted cauliflower, and a raspberry teriyaki glaze. Well worth $9. The only problem I had with lunch was the fact that I was Spilly McDumbass who got soy sauce all over my good white button-down shirt. I eat sushi with soy sauce all the time, I don’t know what my problem was. I’ll blame my tired triceps. I knew it would take way too long to go all the way back to my apartment to change before going back to work, so I ran into Iowa Book and grabbed a white v-neck Iowa shirt off the sale rack for $10. Its not like I can have too many Iowa shirts.
This evening I got to spend some quality time with Lindsey while Diane & Andy played softball. D was filling out the girls side of the co-ed roster. Lindsey is crazy with the walking now and don’t try to hold her hand, she’s having none of that! Along with the walking, we contemplated how far we could put the sippy cup away from her on the picnic table and have her still be able to get to it. It was a fun game. After the actual softball game, I joined the group at the Vine for some cheap wings. I was trying to stay up and go see the midnight showing of The Bourne Ultimatum, but as I sit here at 10pm, I’m fading fast and I think I’m just going to have to go see it this weekend. I didn’t get a chance to rewatch Supremacy tonight like I had planned, so I’ll see a matinée this weekend.
I have to take MacGyver to the vet in the morning for some follow-up tests to a health scare she had two weekends ago. I am, as always, convinced she’s dying. She’ll be 19 on August 29th, so its not completely nuts of me to worry a lot about her.
On that note, I’m going to take my sore body to watch a little ‘Daily Show’ and go to bed.
