Went to Target over lunch to look for a white sweater thingy to go with my sleeveless Easter dress because it’s supposed to be rainy on Sunday.
The minute I walked in, I could smell the fresh, buttery, salty popcorn from their cafe area. OH HOW I LOVE POPCORN.
I wanted to be like
But instead I was
And I went about my business, found a white sweater thingy (SUCCESS!) and left without the popcorn.
(I know I could have had the popcorn, but I’ve already input my breakfast, lunch and upcoming snacks into MFP and know exactly what I have left for dinner tonight with Jeremy…and popcorn wasn’t in the picture for today! AAAAAAND I wasn’t even hungry because I’d literally finished my lunch 2 minutes before I entered Target.)
It feels good to know that I pushed myself hard enough while instructing to be sore. It can be a hard balancing act, showing levels that challenge front row divas (I hope) but keeping the back row newbies in mind too. All the while remembering to cue. And breathe. ;) So even though I sweat like a maniac, I’m not always sore from my own classes. But I am this week!!! A LOTTA SORE.
Nice to be sore from something other than sciatica for a change. :P