babyblue

Both of my yoga instructors go on vacation over the holidays. Yesterday, my male instructor reminded us that he's leaving in a week and a half, and that our substitute would be my other instructor. After class, I told him that she's out of town roughly the same time as him. He good-naturedly said "oh well, I'll have to find someone else." Then he looked at me and asked if I wanted to do it, if I felt I could "hold the room." I told him I have zero credentials.

Don't you have to be certified or something to lead a yoga class? I mean, I like yoga, and I'm flexible and all, but classes really should be led by someone who knows what all of the poses are called, for starters. It was flattering nonetheless.

In other news, someone stole my lunch out of the work freezer on Monday. I like to think that someone forgot they weren't the ones to bring a Trader Joe's frozen chicken bowl, and ate it by mistake. I almost wanted to post a somewhat passive aggressive note asking for the thief to at least let me know if it was any good, as I hadn't yet tried that flavor, but I just let it go. Next time, I put my shit in its own bag in the freezer. Lesson learned.

Snow might be in the forecast, so I'm off to get the studded tires put on my car this morning. Working on top of a giant hill can be a little dangerous sometimes.