My Labor Day was full of labor. I began the morning teaching a one hour spin class. Then I put a couple of personal training clients through the wringer. At noon, I invited my friends to do power yoga with me at Down Dog Yoga. The class was packed – which would be acceptable in normal conditions. But this was a hot yoga class. Not only was I slipping on my own sweat, I had the honor of slipping on my neighbor’s sweat. Ugh. Otherwise, class was awesome. The teacher used inspiring imagery, I held the wheel pose, and I was surrounded by friends.
The best part of my day involved my friend Pamela, the girl with the cute dimple. I told/requested/suggested she ride her bike to the studio so we could cycle back to Arlington together. She agreed. What I failed to disclose was that return ride was uphill. I know, “Angel! How could you not tell her that?!”. I didn’t want to scare her. Yes, I am guilty of the sin of omission.
Now, back to best part of my day.
Pamela biked to the yoga studio in D.C., completed her first hot yoga class, then biked home with me, up and over giant hills. She did it with that beautiful smile on her face. Okay, maybe it was a grimace. I couldn’t tell. Either way, Pamela accomplished more that day than she thought was possible. The best part of this story is that Pamela is still alive. She didn’t think she would live but she did. I’m so proud of her!
It was a perfect day spent with wonderful people.