It started with running and lifting.  It ended with yoga.  In between, I felt physically well.  My body felt worked but not exhausted.  Now, having cleaned up, I’m resting on my bed with the TV on, and I feel exceptionally well.  I love days like this.  I love working myself hard. 

Also, not that it’s terribly relevant to working hard, but there was a very handsome guy in front of me at yoga today.  He was tall and broad, so I had little view of the mirror, which meant that I focused on the freckles on his back much of the time. The freckles and the muscles. I’m not complaining.  It was a lovely view.  He even had pretty feet.  No joke.  6:30 on Thursday at BYD downtown.  I may have to check that class out again soon…