Once again, I realize that I am way too old to go out drinking on weeknights. We had a celebratory happy hour for a coworker and it was all very adult, 2-beers-and-go-home, until I went to the bathroom and came back to find that the person we were celebrating for had decided it was a good idea to order us all Scotch. (In the future, I would like to suggest a moratorium on buying liquor for other people at work happy hours. In general, it’s sort of rude to buy alcohol that someone else feels obligated to drink, especially when they feel like they’ve already had plenty…)
So anyway, I slept like crap, woke up at 4am to my partner sawing logs, and by 4:30 I was out of bed feeling like crap because I had my alarm set for 5 anyway– I had 7:30 yoga class this morning.
I survived class and walked out feeling pretty okay. (There were some dicey moments in the middle, though.) This was the beginner class, which means that there usually isn’t much that I haven’t seen or that I find super challenging, but it’s a good place for me to find good full expressions of the basics, and the instructor is good at breaking things down in a way that focuses on alignment and breath. Plus he tends to focus on hip flexors and hamstrings, which never hurts.
Now it’s 9am, I’ve been awake for 5 hours already, and I’m pretty sure making it through the rest of my day is going to be a battle. So it goes.
Running While Fat 