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I had an insane week. Monday wasn't too bad, but then Tuesday I ended up working 13 hours, because I started early to make it to an out of town meeting by 9:00 a.m. and then I had to teach a class that night that lasted until 8:30 (and was out of town). Then Wednesday I left bright and early to drive over two hours for work, then did my thing and spent the night and drove another 30 minutes for another work, before finally driving 2 1/2 hours home Thursday evening.
I was exhausted. And I really just wanted to go home, change into my sweats, and crash. But, yoga is Thursday nights. And I'm trying to go every week, if I can.
I drove and drove, looking at the clock, and trying to decide whether I'd even make it in time. Then I tried to decide whether I'd actually leave the house again if I went home to change first. And I realized I had sweats in my suitcase that I could probably just change into at the community center.
Anyway, ultimately I decided to suck it up and go, without going home first. I changed clothes, paid my fee, walked 4 laps around the indoor track, then headed into the yoga room.
And about five minutes in, suddenly I felt better than I'd felt all week. I kept thinking, wow, this is amazing. I felt like hell for three days, and then five minutes in this class, and suddenly I feel like I'm alive again! I felt great by the end of class, and I felt pretty good the rest of the evening.
Remind me of this later this week. Because I have to do the same thing again, almost. The two days out of town part, heading home Thursday, just in time for yoga.
Do you know how many songs there are titled, I'm Alive? Like way too many.
I consider writing blip-its about myself a form of torture, but can talk about my interests, plans, dreams, and ideas for hours. I'm 37 years old, hapily married and mother to one human child and two dogs. My life, career, and eating habits are ever-evolving. I would like to lose about 30+ pounds and still be able to enjoy food and life.
I'm 41 years old, single, and I live with two dogs and two cats. I'm experimenting with semi-vegetarianism and recently gave up diet soda. I work from home, hate sports, love junk food, and would like to lose about 50 pounds. And win the lottery.