In which we discover why I don't eat out much. My buddy Vince that I used to work with a long time ago is back in town, at least some of the time. After trying many times to get together, we made it happen today. No place fancy, and we had a great catch up chat. But boy did it sit heavy during the afternoon. It didn't help that I was doing some painstaking work on an ERD after deciphering a complicated database.
Yoga was lovely, as almost always. We were delighted with the mixed bag of poses, each done with a Dr Seuss quote, one of which was hysterical, given who was talking. It was pretty good for my legs, though I wanted to go much more slowly through all the poses. We were less delighted at the sauna temperatures of the studio. The thermometer said 27 C (80.6 F) which is raging hot for what is supposed to be a regular class. The studio owner likes it hot, and has been known to turn the heat on during the summer. Just to warm up the room, you understand. I've been threatening to turn the class into naked yoga if she keeps doing that. The poses were fine, but the heat nearly did me in. It's nice to run outside in the heat, what with all the fresh air, but inside? Bleah. Are you a hot yoga person, or a regular yoga person? Or (shudder) not a yoga person at all?
Several times I got that almost click feeling I talked about earlier, but no joy. My legs are back to what I think of as normal these days, meaning I could probably run. Maybe Thursday evening, then again on the weekend. Hmmm.