GYM RAGEDON'T HARSH MY MELLOW, MAN.....

ok, i feel the need to preface this post by admitting that i'm suffering from pms pretty bad, but i still think this is rant worthy....

in my pms frenzy this morning, i rushed around town to get all my errands done so that i could get to yoga at 12:30 and get my stretch and zen on before my final 20 miler tomorrow . i even got to class 10 minutes early purposely to sit in the studio all quiet like and get some extra zen in. as i had hoped, i was the only one there, so i laid out my mat in front, and closed my eyes, nearly falling asleep in corpse pose. it was dreamy. soon i heard the next person come in and quietly find their place. i'm still in a mellow slumber state. a few more footsteps, and i'm still all zen knowing there's at least 5 minutes before sahara arrives and gets us all twisted up like pretzels. but that 's when "mr. ipod" walked in....

let me just state for the record that while i admit that the ipod is a genius invention, there are still some places that the ipod does not belong, and dammit, the ipod does not belong in yoga class!!!! this wanker walks in wearing his ipod at full blast, and sits down behind me. "ok, so maybe this guy is not aware of just how fucking loud his music is," i think to myself. so i turn around and give him the "death stare." let me give you a little background on monica's death stare. i inherited it from my mom, who's own stare was coined "the newberry's look" by my aunts. long story short, she gave this look to a newberry's department store clerk some 30 years ago, and that person has never been the same since. the story still comes up at just about every family function. so mine is the "death stare." even when i'm in normal contemplation, not pissed off about anything, i'm often asked "you ok? what's wrong?" i guess it's just the way my face falls that unless i'm actively smiling, i appear to be pissed off. so if you get the death stare, there should be no question that i'm pissed off and refraining from kicking your ass entirely. honestly, i'm a lover not a fighter. i've never kicked anyone's ass since that one incident in 3rd grade, but i will most definitely burn a whole through a fool with my death stare.

so cut back to "mr. ipod." i've never seen him in the class before, and i've been going for some 4 years now, so i'm already annoyed that some "one timer" has spoiled my regular and precious yoga practice. i first give a quick stare with not even the full death factor yet. it doesn't phase him and his disco, techno nightmare of a song keeps on going (must be the super extended version. yay). i try, really, i try to get back to my meditation, kundalini breaths and everything, but this music is just fucking awful and blaring right behind me. so i slowly turn around and turn the death stare up a little, but now he's all yogied up and in a full child's pose looking at the floor. i look around, and others are equally annoyed by the techno vomit protruding from his earbuds. but i'm still holding the stare, waiting for him to come back up............ i'll wait. he rises to my full death stare, and still no response!!! jesus h. christ man, has that techno crap rotted your brain all together?? then a regular in the class, a sweet little old lady, walks up to him, at least she looked sweet. she takes one of his earbuds right outta his ear and exclaims, "young man, we don't all want to join in on your dance party. this is yoga."........PRICELESS. just then sahara arrived, and it didn't escalate any further before we were all asses in the air in down dog. i swear, all it takes is a little pms and some village idiot, and i get all insane in the membrane. sahara turned it on strong though, and i was able to calm down after a few sun salutations. hopefully, i got a good stretch in for tomorrow's 20 miler.

/rant.

my day would definitely turn around though. i dropped in at my local bike store to stock up on various fuels. i can't do bars or gels or caffeine, so my options are pretty limited. imagine my excitement when i stumbled on this new product. what little bags of chewy goodness!!! the new luna sport moons by clif are pretty much the same as their big brothers, the clif bloks, but for some reason marketed with the luna brand towards women specifically. only difference in the nutrition facts that i can see is the 50% of daily vitamin c. i never knew women were particularly vitamin c deficient. all i can say is that i love the pomegranate and watermelon flavors, and they come in smaller single servings than the bloks, easier to store while running or cycling. awe yeah, folks, i might just have to add these to my favorites column......