How is Christmas over already?
I’ve had a really lovely past few days since the cookie swap.
I worked Monday but have been off since (though doing some work at home because, hi, fitness company, January coming up.) I had breakfast with Jess on Tuesday at Hu Kitchen. (GO AND GET THEIR DELISH BREAKFAST BURRITO.) We sat there and caught up for two hours, which was an amazing treat on a Tuesday morning. Afterwards, I finished up some shopping and then went for a run because it was nice and warm, and I’ve turned into a total fair-weather runner.
My parents came in, and I surprised my mom with an iPhone (pro tip: it’s pretty hard to buy someone a phone as a surprise, you basically have to have them there) and then we did some touristy stuff.
I mean, we really couldn’t not go. It was so crowded, but I didn’t care for a second, and neither did anyone else. Everyone was so happy. We walked up Fifth Ave, looking at all of the storefronts, and my sappy self nearly started crying in front of Saks hearing the Christmas music looking at the windows. It was a wonderful and special moment with my mom, and I felt like I was in a movie for a second. It terrifies me beyond belief that my parents are getting older, so I really savor time spent with them.
For dinner, the three of us went to Puttanesca, which we’d last been to a few years ago before the NYC Half. My mom liked it, so when my picky mom requests a place, I SAY YES.
Christmas and today have been quiet but filled with lots of wonderful food, of course.
I love my family and all, but if my mom ever stops making her meatballs, I might stop coming home.
OMG this strawberry and banana mousse cake from the Market Basket. TO DIE FOR.
Other than that, I’ve been living in the Lululemon Studio Pants I got for Christmas. They are actually life-changing. (In that none of my pants will continue to fit if I wear these glorified sweatpants all the time.)
I did make it to a ridiculously difficult hot yoga class this morning at FireShaper. I’ve taken hard classes and hot classes, but this is the hardest hot yoga class I’ve ever taken. Oh man, was it humbling. And the instructor’s voice was really annoying. I got a good sweat out of it, but definitely not the sweat + relaxation I was looking for.
How was your holiday?? Tell me yoga instructor horror stories, too.