Yesterday I had the entire day off. I was planning on doing all of this great shit like running errands to get some new jeans altered, getting a shave and a haircut, and making sure I had a great workout at the gym. None of that even happened.
I got a phone call from my Mom at like 8AM but didn't mind since I was already half awake and hadn't spoken with her in a while. We talked for a bit but when our conversation was over I was wide awake and it was only 830 in the morning. I figured I would start the day at the gym and then proceed with everything else. My workout lagged because the gym was empty. I am definitely a people watcher and I become overwhelmingly melancholy when there is nobody else working out worth looking at.
So I did not give it everything I had. Also, I usually try to eat before working out but wanted to get out of the house instead of wasting away the day so I skipped this step leaving me without any kind of energy to exhaust.
Towards the end of my "working out" a guy that I had a date with a couple weeks ago walked in and it was not a good date so I thought, "shit, now I have to figure out how to escape". I waited for him to have an ample amount of "changing time" in the locker room and as I walked towards the locker room to leave I caught a glimpse of him by the free weights and added a pep to my step as to not be seen.
I was lucky to escape the clutches of a very awfully uncomfortable situation.
I went to starbucks afterwards when in actuality I should have drank a bottle of water and had myself a protein shake. Instead I chose an iced latte and their new huevos rancheros whole wheat wrap. It is not the best.
I walked to my barbershop in the freezing cold only to find that it was closed. No note on the door, no signs of life at all. I walked home and realized that in New England you should NEVER assume that you do not need gloves and a hat. This is a realization I make and try to learn every year but for some reason I just cannot get it through my head.
When I got home I spent the rest of the day trying to warm up. I was so cold.
I began to feel feverish and sick but when I took my temperature it was only 99 degrees. What a waste I thought. To feel somewhat feverish but not even really be sick.
So I spent the day laid up in bed. I skipped all of my errands and watched Kathy Griffin's stand up on my computer for the entirety of the afternoon.
I decided to try the yoga class at my new gym that night since I did not wish to waste away the entire day.
Yoga was a bust. The teacher had an accent and sounded just like Celine Dion I could not understand what she was saying, which was not even the worst part about her. The reason I enjoy yoga so much is because you are free to do what feels good. Do the pose if it feels good, don't do it if you can't. Try your hardest but be kind to yourself. Anyway, she was very forceful and controlling and I was not a fan of this teaching method. She commanded people to stop looking into the mirror. She called me out on three different occasions. Once for looking in the mirror (for the record she told the class to make sure that their knees were positioned correctly to not add stress on this or that, so how else was I supposed to verify?), the second time I had raised my left arm up from where it had been sitting on my hip because I was ready to take the full pose; she stated clearly for the entire class "I did not say to lift the left arm up, this is when your mind is not being centered and you are not paying attention to the practice"
She was so annoying. I swear the class only lasted for 30 minutes and it was such a waste.
Then we cut to a full night of sleep waking up to a pool of sweat all over my entire body.
This is weird. Lets move on.
I hope it can only get better from this...
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