Yesterday morning I woke up and it was cold and rainy outside. Which is just about unheard of for this time of year in San Antonio. In fact, I think we may have broken a record for the lowest temperature ever recorded on April 24.
I believe the cause is either a global shift in weather patterns due to the eroding ozone layer or the fact that I put all my sweaters and long sleeve shirts up in the top of my closet about two weeks ago. Personally, my money is on the latter because I don’t necessarily believe the other is a real thing. It’s like that urban legend about the people who found a lost dog on the beach and took it home and bathed it and fed it and it turned out to be a nutria rat.
And don’t you dare tell me in the comments that’s exactly what happened to your cousin’s best friend’s sister.
Anyway, because of the cold and the rain I sat on my couch with a cup of coffee until 9:32 a.m. trying to convince myself I could skip my Smart Barre workout for the day. But then guilt took over because it wasn’t like I was actually doing anything productive. Unless you count looking at new sale stuff on Anthropologie as productive. If so, you are my people.
I decided I’d feel better if I went ahead and worked out. So I threw on my workout clothes and drove up to Smart Barre just in time for the 9:45 class. And I stayed for the entire class even though part of the internal bargain I made with myself was that I could leave early if I felt like it. But the problem with leaving Smart Barre early is that you miss the stretching at the end and I enjoy that part. It’s the only time in my life anyone ever tells me to just “be still and listen to my body”.
And, really, my body doesn’t have much to say. Yet I still enjoy that two minutes of total peace and quiet.
I walked out of class and began putting my shoes back on in the lobby. I was feeling pretty good about myself and my burning quads. Until I overheard one woman who’d just finished the same class I’d been in ask another woman leaving that class if she was heading over to spin class next.
What the actual heck?
These women were leaving a workout to go work out again. Is this a real thing? Because it just feels like overachieving. I bet they measure things and use 3/8 without any trace of irony.
Meanwhile, I left my workout to go meet my friend Amanda for lunch at a Mexican restaurant. That’s who I am.
I’d never been to this Mexican restaurant before and was a little worried when I pulled up that I was going to be way too casual in my workout attire, but then I saw a grown man walk in wearing overalls and I knew I was good because I don’t mean he was wearing overalls in some kind of hipster, trendy way. I mean he looked like he’d come straight from the farm.
And then I walked in and noticed the restaurant still had a fully decorated Christmas tree up and that really sealed the deal. Amanda had promised me they had great Tex Mex and I felt like the Christmas tree indicated I was in store for a legitimate taco plate.
Best of all, when I looked at the menu to decide what to order I noticed that they had a “Ladies’ Special”. Normally, a Ladies’ Special is going to be a chalupa, a scoop of guacamole and maybe some rice. Not at Jacala. Their Ladies’ Special is two cheese enchiladas, two puffy beef tacos, rice and beans.
It’s like the Secret deodorant of Ladies’ Specials.
While I was tempted to order it, I decided in favor of the lunch special which was just one cheese enchilada and one taco.
And I felt like that prudent decision was my personal version of going to spin class.