What are you rushing toward? What do you think will happen when you get there?

Applies to so many things in my life right now, and I WAS rushing through the asanas. With that awareness, I tried to slow it down, but it’s tough! As in life …

Also,

Comparison is the thief of joy.

Particularly with the launch of DailyHap (don’t forget your click donates a penny to Austin Smiles!) , I’m constantly looking at other sites, competitors, partners, and some that are completely unrelated, going, ‘are we this good? do they have more traffic?’ and so on … while I need to be aware of what those other sites are doing, I also need to be overjoyed that DailyHap is doing what it’s doing! We’re doing great work and growing steadily … no comparisons necessary!

More yoga wisdom to come … hopefully?

“Oh hey, what’s up?” I don’t look over, unsure if he’s talking to me, sure I don’t want to talk to him.

“Yeah, man, I’m just at the gym. Lifting some weights. Heavy weights.”

He’s talking on his bluetooth. Sitting on a bench. Holding some 25# dumbbells.

“Yeah let’s go to the Little Nell and get some wine. Maybe some food. I’m almost done here. At the gym. I just have a few more pushups to do.”

For the record, he didn’t do another pushup.

Come get happy with me.

Add to these a new one: The Russian Baby Maker. Click the link, I can’t do it justice.

It’s a Tuesday night, and Nappy Roots has sold out Belly Up with $15 tickets. I am sad I cannot go, even after trying to get friends to leave me tickets, so I am drowning my sorrows with my Sexy Gay BF (he named himself that) and we’re just trying to dance. So we head to aforementioned basement bar.

It’s 1:30am, and suddenly Nappy Roots is straight partying with us. Spinning on the turntables, dancing with the locals, boozing at the bar. Hell. Yes. The night couldn’t get any better.

Until Sexy Gay BF ASKS A MEMBER OF THE NAPPY ROOTS IF HE THINKS I AM HOT.

Hello, middle school called, it wants its flirting back.

Mr. Nappy Roots (#1? #5? no idea) looks me up and down and says, “Fuck yeah!”  I am wearing leggings. He proceeds to say, “Look at those protruding thighs! Damn girl!”

I run away.

Protruding thighs?? Are we for real?

Compliment or Insult?

Scene: Aspen Club

Strength Workout: 3-3-3 Deadlift, with the 3rd lift at 245#

Man: staring at me from the cardio deck above the weightroom floor. Possibly from a treadmill.

Burn Workout: 5 Rounds: 5 DL @ 115# / 10 pushups

Man: “Where’s the bigger weight?”

Me: blank stare, panting, three rounds in

Man: “I saw you lifting heavy weight earlier, what is this light weight?”

Me: “Higher volume.”

Man: “Oh, ok.”

Really, sir? Do I come ask you why you slowed down running on the treadmill? Or perhaps why you’re doing a “tricep row” machine when you could bust out some damn pushups and get the same effect?

Compliment or Insult?

A man who was previously using the leg press came up to me as I was repping out some back squats at 205#. I rack the weight and he says, “What are the funny-colored plates?”

I stare at him for a moment, baffled.

“How much is the red one?” he asks.

“45. They’re bumper weights. They bounce.” Silence. “For Olympic lifting.” Silence. “In case I have to drop it.”

He says, “Can you show me?”

Still baffled. No, I cannot show you how 205 pounds bounces when I drop it, because ideally I can squat it and it does not in fact need to be dropped. I grab a 15# weight and drop it on the floor. It bounces.

“Oh, so it bounces?”

I smile. “Yep.”

He walks away.

I cannot make these things up. The Aspen Club never gets old.

Wish I had a better pic!

This weekend I put on said jorts for a trailer trash party and was surprised to find out that they were no longer tight on my legs! (Tight here is a relative term … obviously they were tight, they are jorts!) This was puzzling to me, as I have been doing LOTS of heavy leg work with the Wendler program and in prep for ski season. But apparently as everyone promises, lifting heavy will not in fact make you heavier!

This is some serious motivation to keep working out hard and heavy: better-lookin’ jorts!!

Separate issue: is it jorts or jhorts??