fritz: so are you defending your hottie crown?
catherine: i am not eligible!
i don't think
i don't think winners or previous nominees can be nominated again? or something?
fritz: nothing about that in the rules
catherine: hmm i thought i remembered that from a friend telling me that last year, but maybe it's wrong
either way, my answer is: fuck no
because i know you can't get enough of my yoga blogging. last night i was excited to do this, a wheel, for the first time (with spotting from the friendly canadian instructor):
i remember when i first thought about doing yoga, i was worried, as a competitive person, i wouldn't find it demanding/entertaining/able to drive me as much. but now i know, it's super competitive. just against yourself. because you want to be able to do all this crazy ass stuff you see good yoga people doing. like, seriously - wtf is this? (seriously, what's that called? and HOW DOES YOUR BODY DO THAT?)
(screenshot from inspiredyoga.com)
also, charles did a headstand last night, and now i really want to do one. so yoga is making me be more competitive with myself, and my classmates. MUST BEAT YOGA!
-the weekend picks are up! my weekend involves dinner at rasika, dinner with my lovely brother who i'll soon visit in san diego (he's in town to take some crazy navy test), a 15-mile run, and then, some sort of sadistic boot camp training session that the nabob has talked me into. if you see somebody passed out in front of cardoza track, pass me some beer.
-some great lakes to swim in, all under 100 miles from DC.
-video and photos of top chef-ers, from spike's burger joint opening party. lisa and stephanie and antonia were all there.
-granville moore's has some of the best mussels in the city, and they beat bobby flay in a recent throwdown. here's how, plus the flay-beating recipe for the mussels.
- Six years ago, a Washingtonian story issued an early warning about Fannie Mae.
-why the east wing of the national gallery sucks, according to art-man-about-town tyler green.
so i got bike/street harassed again last night on the way to the black cat to see the city veins (who were GREAT, by the way. they killed their first black cat performance). once again, the harassers were people driving in a car with maryland plates. which leads me directly to the question: why are maryland drivers teh suck? which leads me to blog a conversation i had with a cab driver on the way home sometime last week.
*somebody cuts cab off, i stretch my head around to see who did it, it's a car with maryland plates*
catherine, under breath: grumble grumble, maryland drivers.
cabbie: I KNOW!!!
catherine, taken aback at his enthusiastic outburst: what?
cabbie: MARYLAND DRIVERS ARE THE WORST. i tell you, i've been driving a cab for seven years, and every time somebody does something bad on the road, it's almost always a maryland driver.
catherine, now getting excited because her long-held suspicion of maryland drivers being the worst in the world is now OFFICIALLY AND ABSOLUTELY CONFIRMED: I KNOW!!! what is UP with that? i look every time some car makes a jerk move and 9 times out of 10 it's a maryland driver! why are they so awful?!
cabbie, now quite bonded with me: i don't know! i can't tell you! all i know if i see one on the road i try to stay as far away as i can!
this exchange continues with much laughter the rest of the way home. who knew there was so much to say about maryland drivers and their terrible ways? anyways, the end result: cabbie got a big tip.
my italian reunion in nyc was very successful and awesome, and i miss those girls like crazy, and brooklyn is cool enough to make me rethink the terrible thoughts i am always thinking about new york city. i hope to write more later, but for now, i'd like to present you with claire's dog, mimi, with whom we spent our weekend:
to whoever listed me recently as their inspiration for trying out a class at inspired yoga. this gets me a free lesson, which i will use this week. hooray!
so i tried to give blood this morning at washington hospital center for the brian beutler blood cause (it gets credited against his medical bills). but after going through the whole 40-minute screening process, they tested my blood and the iron level was 12.3 - .2 short of the 12.5 minimum. ah well, it happens. i'll try again next week. but the best part was this exchange with the blood donor nurse:
nurse: your iron level is too low, blah blah.
catherine: dammit.
nurse: sometimes with women that happens, a week before or after...*looks around, lowers voice* your, you know.
catherine: um. *in my head: YOU ARE A MEDICAL PROFESSIONAL, are you seriously TOO EMBARRASSED TO SAY PERIOD?* gotcha.
anyways, i'm going to try again next thursday morning or friday before 4pm if anybody else is interested in joining. the hospital is only like a 10-minute bike ride from traitor's cove, so you're welcome over for a drink afterwards (whether it be pineapple juice or beer).
-the weekend picks. don't forget friday is free slurpee day!
-ten great golf holes in washington
-tip sheet - a new feature with useful news about restaurants (deals and specials, new openings, gossip, etc)
it's over. i am so done for. i am obsessively, compulsively, addicted to yoga.
honestly, i started yoga because i was a little bit bored. running is, by its very nature, boring. but it's the best workout for me there is. but, oh my god, is it boring. i was in such a routine, too - every tuesday/thursday 4 miles, and longer runs on saturdays. plus, i'd been doing it forever, and not really seeing any payoff in terms of fitness. i'd plateaued, or whatever you call it.
i started yoga maybe three or four weeks ago kind of just out of curiosity and a need to switch stuff up, and because i had a friend (charles) who already did and was good at it and was kind enough to let me tag along, because the thought of going to a yoga class all by myself was terrifying.
that class, i hurt in every muscle, but somehow, counterintuitively, in a really pleasing and relaxing way. and i FELL ASLEEP at the end of it (where you do a little lie down relaxation bit), even though my body was berating me for the pain i had caused it. i felt grounded, and calm, and to be honest, it was kind of a trippy high.
so i kept going. i've gone mostly to inspired yoga studio on the recommendation of julia, and i really like one instructor there - kyra. but i also like charles' studio, whose name frankly i can't remember, which is better that way anyways, so nobody else will go, because we basically have private lessons right now with our cute canadian instructor.
the payoff? i feel awesome. days i do yoga, i in fact feel fucking fantastic. days i don't do yoga, i wish i were doing yoga. if i had the time, and it wouldn't completely exhaust me in addition to my running, i would do yoga every single day. as it is, i'm at about 3x a week right now. and the fitness is great. i'm all toned and stuff! jeans that haven't fit me in ages now do! i can touch my toes!
anyway, as i am wont to do when i find something i really love, i go all out. i bought a yoga mat. i downloaded yoga videos to do when i can't make it to the studio. i do quick, light yoga before bed and in the morning after runs. in fact, yoga's helped my running a lot - my breathing is better, and my concentration is just on. I AM FUCKING ZEN.
just kidding. seriously, it's great. i can't recommend it highly enough. long way from when i was concerned i'd become a granola eating pussy if i did yoga.
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