I almost didn’t go to yoga this morning. I’m still sore, so I thought of wimping out and just laying around instead. But yet I found myself getting dressed in my workout clothes and rolling up my towel and filling up my water bottle. So I went.

Different instructor this time, fewer people. I sort of knew the poses this time. Two men showed up (there were none in my first class). One was called Alex (easy for me to remember) and stood right next to me. He took off his shirt to show off his perfectly formed body. I didn’t let it distract me, I was too busy wiping sweat out of my eyes the entire time. By the end of class my lips were salty. I felt tired and walked outside. My clothes were wet and stuck to me.

Now I am home and showered and dressed. Sun is out, a rarity here. I ate a chopped nectarine in yogurt with some blueberries, now having hummus and pita chips. I should get on the train soon. Still no coffee today, it will have to wait until after my hair appt, but then I can walk over to Blue Bottle to try what is supposedly the best cup in town, served from an open garage in Hayes Valley.