I haven’t worked out or done anything that resembles exercising in a very long time. I decided to sign up for yoga and after mentioning it in passing to my boss, she decided to do it with me. I am someone who likes to keep my work life separate from my personal life. When it’s time to leave for the day, I go home. I don’t head off for happy hour with my co-workers and I certainly don’t see them on the weekends. So it’s kind of odd that I’m going to yoga classes with my boss. It’s going to get even stranger, because she mentioned that a couple of upper management people were interested in going with us.
Anyway we took a 90 minute Fire class. The temperature of the room was set at 98.6 degrees Fahrenheit. It was dang hot. At about 60 minutes, I almost passed out. I was starving as well. Throughout all the stretching and bending, I kept thinking about cream cheese danishes. I’m going back tomorrow for more stretching. This time I’m taking the normal yoga with no heat wave.
So this morning I got an email from a friend of mine who I haven’t spoken to in years. She asked me if the baby was still a secret? I was like, huh? Why do people keep asking me if I’ve had or am having a baby??? Pretty soon after, I got another email apologizing for the mix up. She sent it to the wrong people. Meaning she randomly sent it out to a bunch of us. She did add that if I were preggers then congrats otherwise enjoy trying.
Hhmm…I don’t remember how.
