It’s Monday again.
I can’t complain, really, because my weekend was pretty great. I did a whole lotta nothin’ – which was exactly what the doctor (not really) ordered.
On Friday, I forced myself to make it to Body Pump after work. Did I mention that it was Friday? After work?
I was slightly annoyed because the instructor had on a full face of make-up and left her (really long) hair down. Did I miss out on the Prom Edition of Body Pump memo?
It was a struggle to get past the make up, but it helped when she congratulated everyone for coming on Friday after work. Nice, I thought, she knows this is an accomplishment.
But then I harshly judged her again after she went on to say, Is anyone going to happy hour after this?
YOU KNOW IT. I thought to myself.
Not me, she says. THIS is my happy hour.
I was able to shake the Beauty Queen of Body Pump on Saturday morning at Body Flow. Per the usual, I was the first one there.
A few people (via Instagram) were concerned about the fact that I was looking pretty emo just sitting in the dark. Fear not. The instructors at my gym always hold yoga and Flow in a dimly lit room. I really enjoy it.
Maybe that is pretty emo of me.
When I got home, Cory made us breakfast. He loves cooking breakfast, which is perfect because I love eating breakfast.
Later in the day, Emily and Jamie came over to lounge and do nothing. It was pretty fantastic. And now, with a recharged battery, I’m off to conquer this week.