Tuesday workout: 45 minutes elliptical
I was going to do another yoga class today, but after biking home from my shift in the morning in the pouring rain, I decided I didn’t want to battle the rain and lightening again and decided working out in my apartment building sounded like a better plan.
Plus, I needed to wash my yoga matt/towels. I have two of those yoga towels that you lay on top of your rubber matt….the ones that soak up all your sweat and keep the matt from getting slippery.
I sweat a ton during the hot yoga classes, so the thought of reusing a dirty, sweat infused towel just grosses me out. Yesterday, someone apparently sat next to me in class who smelled like moldy sweat. Even though I was wearing clean clothes and using a freshly washed yoga towel, I got paranoid it was me and started trying to discreetly smell my armpits and my towel. Ughh. It was nasty. Smelly people and matts make deep yoga breathing a very unpleasant experience…especially in a steamy room.
When I finished my elliptical workout and laundry and went upstairs and start putting my clothes away, this happened to me:
That drives me INSANE! For the love of God, why am I incapable of ending up with an even number of socks after I do laundry??! I do not get it. I double check the washer and dryer ever time, and yet some random lonely sock always ends up by itself. Then I’m stuck with this dilemma, do I throw it in my drawer unmatched, dump everything out of my drawer and search for its soulmate, or just throw it out?? Tough decisions to make post-call.