This week I was all pumped up and ready to go to yoga. I intentionally picked a class that was a little later so I didn’t feel like I needed to rush out of the house like I do during the week for work. I signed up for the class and even laid out my clothes. Woke up in the morning and had a good breakfast, had some coffee, and started checking emails/catching up on some blogs I read. Just enjoyed my morning before heading out to yoga, but then it happened. I looked down at the clock and realized the class started in 10 minutes. I rushed around like a mad woman trying to get dressed, fill my water, find my mat, and finally rush out the door.
I was walking out the door and was just checking the time to figure out if it would require a full out sprint or just a quick jog to get there within some realm of the start time when I stopped and turned around. I walked back to the apartment and sat back down. I realized I was completely defeating the point of going to do something I enjoyed and something that was intended to be relaxing and rejuvenating for me by rushing there. Initially I was super bummed and a little annoyed at myself for losing track of time, but instead of dwelling I changed my top and laced up some sneakers and went for a run. Although it wasn’t my initial plan I definitely was recharged and relaxed after my 5 miles.
Also! Added bonus. I decided to run along the Schuylkill trail and SURPRISE! There was an outdoor art show happening. Just another reason I love Philadelphia!
Hope you had a happy weekend full of fun surprises!