“There is just too much of you to love,” I told myself this morning, standing in front of the mirror, poking at the pudge around my middle. It was still early enough, so I re-hung my bath towel, pulled on a pair of yoga pants and grabbed my kicks from the hall closet.
“I’ll be back in a bit,” I told Sir Halitosis. “And stay out of the bath tub.” His Excellency responded with a quick pounce and then retreated to his stronghold in the living room. Fort Halitosis, otherwise known as duvet cover draped across a wooden drying rack, would be torn down as soon as I got back. The white cotton cover was dry and the sneak attacks were getting a little too aggressive.
I slipped the gate key into my sock and went for a run. Okay, a jog. Maybe more of a lope. But semantics aside, I went for some sort of heart-rate raising activity along the East River in this morning’s drizzle.
Funny how a nice run will drive home how much you really do prefer yoga.
I cut my run a bit short, and solemnly swore to pull out the yoga mat after work. I confessed that I wasn’t quite as bendy as I used to be and I hadn’t seen my triceps in a little while, so yoga it would be.
Forty minutes later, I climbed the stairs back to my apartment to find Hal asleep on my bed, his still-too-long limbs wrapped around three foil balls I’d made for him the day before. “Dude, you’re so damn cute,” I said. I smothered his little black head with kisses, ditched my damp running clothes and headed for the bathroom.
I ate breakfast in the shower. I do this a lot. Weird as it may be, it saves time. The conditioner has to sit for a good minute, and if I don’t feel like shaving my legs, it’s the perfect time to get in some yogurt. As a sort of side note: I eat a lot of yogurt. Two, sometimes three a day. I figure I’m doing my part to fight Osteoporosis. And Charlie Horses. And, well, other not-so-pleasant things that live active cultures are supposed to combat.
I brushed my teeth in the shower, too. I read somewhere that Toni Braxton admitted to doing it, so maybe that’s less weird than the yogurt bit. The teeth-brushing thing wasn’t so much about saving time today, as it was the fact that my shower keeps some damn fine water pressure and I wasn’t quite ready to separate myself.
I did eventually, though, and got ready for the day. I dragged myself to work, spending the whole subway ride thinking, “You’ve really got to come up with something to write about, you lazy girl.”
But what? Nothing exciting was going on.
It was just your average morning.
Personally I like to read in the bath.
It’s so embarassing though when you give people books back that you have borrowed and they are just a little crinkly.
Then, of course, they must get the mental image of you reading in the bath. And that’s not fair on anyone.
sam brushes his teeth in the shower on occasion too, so you’re definately not alone in that.
and i’m jealous you have time to do physical activity in the morning – sadly, i’d have to get up at 5:30 if i wanted that to happen and i doubt i’d make it past day 1.
Once? I ate corn-on-the-cob in the shower. And also a pork chop.
Okay, okay. Twice.
it so hilarious that you made the same discovery i did last week–there’s a reason i’m not a jogger, runner, loper by habit, and that i much prefer yoga. the other morning i did a little tour of the local park in walk/jog mode, and then scurried home and said “tomorrow it’s yoga”. all of this is why i turned off the alarm and went back to sleep this morning, abandoning plans to try to love jogging again. it’s gonna be a yoga day.
Yoga? Yogurt? Maybe it’s a sign you’re to marry someone named “Yog.”
I’m neither a jogger, nor a runner, nor a yogarishi. But if elliptical crosstraining becomes an Olympic sport, I’m ready to begin my training. Off to bodysculpting now…
I shave in the shower. I started doing it when I could no longer see myself in the mirror clearly (due to the sudden appearance of inferior mirror glass in every bathroom in America, no doubt), and I also realized that I could remember where my chin and ears were without actually viewing them up close. But yogurt and teeth-brushing? The jury is not convinced as yet.
I’m amazed you get so much done before 9:00. (You’re like the army!) I have to be at work at 7:30, so I do get things done before 9, but none of them are things I would do voluntarily.
Beer in the shower. Best reward for summer yardwork ever.
omg, when I “jog” it means I run 50 steps (in a *row!*) then walk for 10 minutes, smelling the flowers. I can dance for 5 hours straight, but jogging? nope. just doesn’t happen.
personally, im a fan of brushing my teeth in the car. on the way to the dentist. i love the looks i get for that. i had never heard of shower teeth brushing until a college friend did it. im still not sold on it, but i figure it’s got to be less dangerous.
Oh I always brush my teeth in the shower, right after I work in the conditioner. Can’t say that I have ever really thought to eat my breakfast, or any other meal for that matter in there though. Perhaps I should start out with a small snack first.
I brush my teeth in the shower all the time. I even have a toothbrush holder in there. Here’s one for ya, shower yoga. I have a series of about 10 poses I’ve developed that work quite well under the hot water. Not a workout really, more of a stretch to start the day. If I could find a water proof case for my laptop, I could spend the whole day there.
I havent run one single step since I left the Army in 2001. God, im such a worthless bitch.
I totally brush my teeth in the shower. I don’t know why I started doing that but I do.
I am totally with you on the jogging v. yoga decision. When I told my boyfriend the other day that my yoga routine was getting a little stale, he suggested we start jogging. Thinking of that alternative gave new life to my yoga routine.
I, too, brush my teeth in the shower. I was surprised to find that most people do not. There are two possible reasons for this bit of multitasking in my life: a series of homes with really cold bathrooms, or the fact that I always have precisely ten minutes to shower and dress (due to odd strain of sleeping sickness).
That Toni Braxton tidbit was on pop-up video once; I think that’s how I know it. I’m so so so glad that someone else knows it too. I was beginning to worry if I was the only one that retained absolutely useless information.
Eating in the shower? Egads! That reminds me of that Seinfeld episode, in which Kramer installs a garbage disposal in his shower. It’s a little disturbing, but hey, different strokes.
er…i’ve always liked kickboxing, myself. but there’s a theory that that’s because i have some unresolved anger issues.
Ah, Kramer… “I prepared it as I bathed!”
(erp…)