That was easy

Not…

My man did the morning workout today, while I went to work the karate tournament way far out. Then, he worked in the yard from about 9am to 1pm. Then we rode together on his motorcycle to the joint yoga-workout class that was a collaboration between our gym and a yoga place. It was ridiculously hot, starting at 97°F, and only getting hotter as we went along with a room packed with people. It was yoga to start, then about thirty minutes of cardio-type work that also used muscles, then a touch more yoga and rest to finish it off.T

hen it was like a party. We got free fancy foam rollers and snooty cookies that are actually delicious, plus sparkling waters and some complimentary chiropractic work. But we had to wait a while for the chiropractic work. It was totally worth it, though. We both got some good spots with our muscles sorted out better, and we got to experience cupping – a first for us both! It was weird but cool. It felt like someone rubbing a muscle and pushing in on it, but just not stopping. And then they came up with a slurp suction of sorts, and the muscles felt even more released and relaxed. It was quite cool.

Then we rode home, change clothes quickly, stopped at HEB for some specific chips and some bananas as the birthday present for the two-year-old birthday party we then attended. I can almost guarantee she will love the present. Her mom and dad agreed. 😛

I kid you not, my man slept almost the entire birthday party… on the sofa, passed out. and nobody minded in the least. We were the only people who weren’t family, but they truly didn’t mind at all. Everyone kept encouraging him – though it wasn’t like he heard any of it – saying how comfortable that sofa was and how they all always napped on it every time they were over at the house, too. Plus, they knew what he had done so far today. It was quite funny, really. Then he woke up at one point, and asked, “Could I have some cake, please?” He ate it and the ice cream I brought him, and then promptly passed right back out. He got a good nap.

Now, we have stumped home and are getting to sleep as soon as possible…

Goodnight, all.

Post-a-day 2022

The sun’ll come out

Do you ever feel like you did the day wrong?

Like, that is it 5:20pm, and all you want to do is go get ready for bed, so you can go to bed early and get started on doing tomorrow right already?

I guess it is 5:21 now, but you get the idea, I’m sure.

I hardly even want to bother with the rest of today – write it off as a whomp, and stop wasting brainpower on it… just move forward with full force and consciousness to have tomorrow be done right.

I’ve been exhausted all day, and I’m exhausted of today now… the sun is still shining gorgeously, yet here I am, wanting to take a lap and get back to me… I am ready for tomorrow’s sun, not today’s.

Post-a-day 2020

Salty Hair

I love the feeling of my hair after a good day at the beach.  Running my fingers through it, slightly course and thick yet smooth, feels almost like running my hands trough tall grass, grabbing hold of a chunk with a bit of dirt, and then swirling it around, feeling its sharp-edged softness.  Kind of weird idea, I suppose, but it’s what seems to suit best as an analogy right now.

The salty, sandy thickness, supplemented by the warm (or hot) sun exposure, sings of satisfaction in the day’s accomplishments.  Today was a good day, I can feel it saying.  Today was a very good day.  And it always has been when my hair is like that.

My skin is slightly sticky, sand keeps appearing in little patches anywhere on my body, and my hair is sunbathed and thick.  Today was a beach day, and it was a wonderful one.  Today was a wonderful day.

Post-a-day 2017