Happy Wednesday!
Today = gorgeous outside.
It’s a crisp but sunny fall day, sorta reminscent of autumn in the southwest (the homeland). I have zero problems with this. It means I get to wear my cozy Northface fleece and skirt, and not freeze my hiny off.
I wonder if my next workplace will be okay with my fleece+business skirt pairing…
I like to think my charm distracts people from my general disdain for office attire. 
Bikram Yoga
Last night, Beth and I met up for some hot yoga-ing again. I personally love/am borderline obsessed with Bikram, but I think I may have almost killed Beth.
My happy walk to yoga. I heart the D.C. skies.
I’ve been doing Bikram since the summer of 2008, and have been a diehard fan ever since.
Before trying out the local studio in my neighborhood back home in Vegas, I had never tried any type of yoga before. I always assumed it would be too boring and slow-moving for me, and not enough of a sweat session for a cardio junkie like myself. I popped into a Bikram class that summer just to try it out, because the studio was near my parents’ gym and I figured I would give it a shot since it had just opened up, and proclaimed itself to be a “different” than the om-and-chant kind of yoga.
After one super sweaty sesh, I was sold. 
Fact: I heart sweat!
I once read another blogger’s comment that you have to find the right type of yoga for you, and that makes all the difference.
Amen.
The instructors at that studio were really amazing at introducing this yoga to newbies, and I feel helped develop my attachment to this practice with their thorough explaining of each of the moves and all of the details about Bikram yoga (like why it’s so freakin’ hot!).
As a result, in every city I’ve lived in since, (NYC and D.C.), I’ve sought out studios. I will always love my Las Vegas studio best, but I’m a big, big fan of Bikram Yoga Dupont here in D.C.!
They give out free pineapple and orange slices after most classes.
Free food = automatic superiority.
Hence why I tricked poor Beth – who isn’t the greatest fan of heated practices to begin with – into trying it out.
Still be my friend, Beth? Please?
Friends who sweat together, stay together. Right?
I hadn’t been to Bikram in for-ev-er.
Like, since spring.
Post class I looked like a sweaty sewer rat in spandex, but I was ready to hug the world. Pretty standard.
I was also craving an ice cold bowl of…. cereal.
Boring but delicious.
Peanut butter-flavored (and GF) Panda Puffs and some blueberries.
Like Puffins, but better! Mostly because you can fit more in your mouth at one time.
I’m very glad it’s making a reappearance in my life though.. I may buy a one month’s pass to make good on my “more yoga” goal this month.
Running Etiquette
When Beth and I were walking home from yoga, we somehow found ourselves witnessing the most awkward exchange! We were walking down the sidewalk side by side, and another woman was walking on the left of us, closer to the street and just an inch or two in front of us. Ahead of us and barreling toward us was a female runner, who Beth and I didn’t even notice because we were in conversation. The runner starts literally screaming at the woman next to us, who was directly opposite her on the sidewalk, shouting for her to be more observant and to get out of her way.
Not kidding- screaming at this poor woman, without even breaking her stride.
The runner actually almost tripped on a tree root on the sidewalk at this moment, after having turned her head to look at the other lady… and then shouted some awesome cuss words before going along on her merry way.
I was literally stunned by this girl’s behavior. As a runner myself, I usually yield to walkers and bikers when on the sidewalk, especially if it’s apparent that they don’t even notice me coming up around them. And I’d personally never even think of yelling at some random passerby, unless they, I don’t know, stuck their foot out to trip me or something.
It was SO. AWKWARD.
Please note also that the recipeint fo the screams, as Beth and I realized later, was a tourist. Bet she can’t wait to get back to D.C.
By the way, yogis don’t scream on sidewalks.
Fellow runners- what would your reaction have been in this situation??
Going-away shindig at CPK
Anyways, since my last day at my current office is Friday, my office took me out to a farewell lunch at California Pizza Kitchen, one of my favorite casual restaurants!
Back in college, my friends and I used to go all the time for the delicious salads and BBQ Chicken pizza because it was right by campus.
I’ve always enjoyed their wall decor – decorated pizza boxes!
Makes me wonder what kind of person takes their pizza box home and busts out the paint set and markers once their leftovers are gone.
Back in college, their was a frat house that had all of these boxes colored in and hanging on their walls.
Frat=kegs=artistic creativity?
I ordered my fav salad on the menu, the Roasted Vegetable salad with grilled chicken.
This guy never disappoints!
The roasted veggies (eggplant, roasted peppers, artichoke hearts, corn, and sundried tomatoes) are warmed and toasty, and laid over some romaine lettuce. It’s also supposed to feature avocado, but I opted for none. Despite having been raised on the west coast, I’m actually only a fan of avocados when mashed into some guacamole and perched atop a tortilla chip.
It was such a fun lunch, and I am not looking forward to saying goodbye to my coworkers on Friday. They’ve been like a D.C. family to me since I started working here. Plus I sorta hate goodbyes… I’m lousy at them.
Ask Penpal. At the end of all our visits, I would usually cling to his leg like an unruly two year old.
Mature. Very mature.
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Time to take care of a few items on the ol’ to-do list… Catch you all tomorrow!
Are you good at goodbyes? And have you ever tried Bikram? If you think I’m insane for loving it, that’s cool too!
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