Laborless Day

What a great weekend. I really think that society in general would benefit from regular 3-day weekends. I think that people would call in sick less, take less time off, and be more productive at work because there would be an extra day to get personal things done. And I don't mean working 4 ten-hour days either. I mean shortening the work week by a day. But that's just my opinion.

Saturday I watched my beloved Cowboys snag their first win of the season. I just love college football. I wish I could have been there in person, but watching the game with a dozen orange-clad Cowboy faithful was pretty fun. I think that's one of the things I miss about my new hometown. Not a lot of OSU fans around here.

Sunday we celebrated my grandfather's 75th birthday. That was a little bit of a shocker for me. I mean, obviously I know that we all get older, but for some reason my grandparents are exempt from aging in my head. It was really a little unsettling to think about them getting older.

Monday we took our annual motorcycle trip to eat BBQ. My dad, grandfather, husband, father-in-law, and assorted friends all ride bikes, and us girls ride along for the food! We ride to a place about 30 or 45 minutes away, enjoy some great lunch, and head home. Not a huge trip, but it's a very comfortable distance, and doesn't take up the whole day.

I don't know about you, but I am ready for fall! Not that I'm in any hurry for winter to get here, but I'm ready to get rid of the oppressive heat and humidity. I'm ready for beautiful colored leaves, for jackets, for desserts full of cinnamon and nutmeg, for stews and football and Thanksgiving! Bring it on! And in the meantime, there is a messy house and neglected laundry that are calling my name!

Hot Dang! Hot Yoga!

My co-worker convinced me to try a hot yoga class with her this morning. That means that we took a 75 minute yoga class in a 95 degree room. And on top of that, it was power yoga, which means it was more aerobic and strengthening, and less reflection and meditation. It wasn't too bad! I kept up pretty well, considering I've only taken a few yoga classes in my life, and that was over a year ago. Lucky for me, the class was mostly poses I knew.

It's probably unladylike of me to say it, but I honestly don't remember ever sweating that much in my life. Summer band rehearsals, long ballet rehearsals, football games in a wool uniform...they were all nothing compared to this. I seriously didn't know that I could sweat that much. I was literally dripping. The website for the yoga studio suggested that students bring a towel to class. I thought that was a little silly, since I wasn't a serious yogi. I'm sure glad I did! It got to the point where I couldn't do the poses correctly because my hands were sweaty and kept sliding around on the floor or my body or what I was supposed to be holding on to.

About halfway through the class, the heat and the exertion and the lack of eating breakfast all come together and bit me. I really thought I was going to pass out there for a minute. So I went back to the recovery pose that the instructor showed us for a few minutes, and felt better. It was a tough class, and focused a lot on upper body strength, which I do not have. After the class, however, my body felt great. Tired, but loose and warm and like my skin was breathing finally. I think I like hot yoga, I'd be willing to try it again. Next time I'll bring another shirt to change into.