Pre-workout eats: Kashi bar and a banana
Workout: 3.4-mile run with a 60-minute All-Levels Yoga class planned after work
Before I write what I’m about to write, I want each and everyone of you to take a moment to feel sorry for me. I’m serious.
This morning, while in the shower, I nicked my underarm while shaving. And it hurt. Like a (insert word here).
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Well, maybe 15 seconds of sympathy is enough. Onwards and upwards!
1. This morning I had a serious internal dilemma: run or not run. I was dressed but I just didn’t feel like it. The idea of a hot shower and more breakfast seemed more appealing. I figured, “Once I get outside, I’ll be OK.” Then my nostrils burned. Ugh. So not OK. “Once I get going, I’ll be fine,” I figured. Meh. It was the kind of run where you make yourself run to the end of the block because you know you’ll make it to the crosswalk and once you get to the crosswalk you’ll go the full mile … you know how it goes. I might have gone farther but I promised myself 3 miles and that’s what I gave myself.
2. Now for a real dilemma: my Wednesday yoga class. I’ve gone three out of the past four weeks, and there has never been more than two students. One class it was just me and the instructor and, the other two times, the other participant was late and I thought I’d be a solo student. It’s not like I object to some 1-on-1 time but it’s a bit weird for me as I don’t really like being the center of attention. Back of the room, please. What would you do – go and risk being solo or find another class?
3. Yesterday, these were brought to my desk. With my name on them.
Hello, I love you. Now get in my belly.
Thankfully, I’m pretty good with portion control and can eat just four Thin Mints (160 calories) or two Samoas (140 calories) so that’s not my dilemma. The issue is whether I share them with Mark. First, they had my name on them. Second, I am the one who took the initiative to Facebook stalk a co-worker and learn that his offspring was hawking the crack. Third, Mark did not want to go to Dairy Queen last night for customer appreciation day and half-off blizzards. So … share or don’t share?
I say share... but not the first or the last cookies. He can have one serving of each, from the middle of the package!
ReplyDeleteI say share... but only because I don't really like either of those kinds. :)
ReplyDeleteUgh - these show up in my house in a couple weeks. And UNLIKE you, I am not so good with the portion control (you mean a serving of thin mints is NOT one entire sleeve?!?). I'm just glad we didn't order very many boxes this year...
ReplyDeletehaha...buy him his own boxes! :) I LOVE me some girl scout cookies.
ReplyDeleteI would go and find a different yoga class. But that's just me- I would probably feel so weird getting that much attention.