On Thursday, I woke up bright and early and drove to Austin to check out the new cycling and yoga studio that my sister’s boss just opened in Steiner Ranch.
I’ve never been to a fancy pants fitness studio, but now that I’ve gone, I’m not sure I can ever go back to a regular gym. Thankfully, my sister was there and she showed me around and tell me what to do so I didn’t look like a total hillbilly.
I signed up for a cycling class followed by an hour of yoga, then I went in the back and had a panic attack. As you well know, fitness is not exactly the thing I’m best at. I haven’t been to a cycling class in years and years and I try my best to avoid yoga. But, Sari kept talking it up and she totally tricked me into agreeing to go.
I got my body into my spandex tights, put on the special cycling shoes, and headed to class.
Forty-five minutes later I emerged alive. It was actually really fun and I was really bummed that I wouldn’t be able to come back (you know, because I live four hours away…). The instructor was great and the room even had fans in it. I love some good fan action. It was nice to, you know, actually use my body for something other than laying. How novel.
After the cycling, I went into the yoga studio and got my stretch on. The instructor did Vinyasa flow which I actually enjoyed. It turns out, all this time I’ve been wasting my time in Hatha yoga which apparently just isn’t my cup of tea. The hour flew by and I felt amazing and like a proper hippie afterward.
Anyway, if you live in the Austin area or near the Steiner Ranch, you should go check out Resolute Fitness. Also, you can say hi to my sister and tell her how sorry you are for her that she is related to me. If I lived and loved it, then you definitely will. They also have a super fancy pants bathroom with a nice shower equipped with swanky shampoo. I know because I showered and got ready there. I sure do love a classy bathroom.
After two hours of exercise (<;- proof the world will end soon), I cleaned up and we headed to the giant Central Market grocery store downtown. I was overwhelmed with joy. They had all the apples. Every one of them. I’ve never seen so many in my life.
I would be so broke if I lived near one of those. Oh yeah, I can’t retire because I spent all my money on exotic apples.
They also had the holy grail of biscuit making flour:
If you bake bread, buy this flour. It is perfection, even at more than twice the cost of regular flour. WORTH IT.
After spending eighty unplanned dollars there, we had an early supper.
After, we headed to see Les Mis. That ended up being a bit of a mess, but after driving back and forth between three theaters, we finally managed to get to one that was normal priced (Because OMFG that theater at The Domain is $19 just for the movie ticket. WTF is that???) and at the right time (I might have misread show times earlier in the day…).
It was AMAZING. I laughed, I cried, I cried some more, I got insanely jealous of Amanda Seyfried (you shouldn’t get to be that pretty and have amazing hair. One or the other!! It’s not fair!), and then I cried again. It was a holy experience to say the least.
Also, pack some snacks because that movie is like 3 hours long. Watching the endless wailing about starvation and stolen bread made my imminent desire for a large sandwich significantly more acute. Misery! Furthermore, Hugh Jackman, take your damn kid and move. That’s basic criminal 101 in the thwarting of police. Don’t live in the same hood as the po-po. While he is learning basic criminal skills, would someone tell those rich kids that it will be hard to get the citizens to join the revolution when they have to work all day so they can eat. Barricading on a Monday is a rich man’s game. Finally, can we go back and time and recast Mr. Crowe. The entire tragedy of his demise was completely overshadowed by my complete joy that now that he would FINALLY STFU and sing no more.
After dreaming many a dream, I woke up on Friday and headed to Killeen (my hate for that city knows no bounds) to meet my bestie Allison who ditched me in September to move there with her husband. Disloyal jerk. Anyway, I’ve forgiven her and decided to meet up with her and her blonde midget for some lunch.
I had never been to Razzoo’s before, but the menu was completely overwhelming and confusing. I could not decipher that damn thing to save my life. Luckily, the server was awesome and helped me out. Well, he helped right over to some spiked sweet tea.
Good choice sir. O also informed me that this half-naked lady was tacky. So don’t wear beer boxes as clothes because little girls will find you tacky.
After stuffing our faces, we decided to treat her to an afternoon at the happiest place on earth: Target.
She was a nice little shopper and even kept my margarita mix safe for me. It was a good time.
And now I really miss Allison and I’m sad all over again. Should have never let that jerk back into my heart.