This morning I decided a nice 90 minute Hot Yoga would be the way to begin the day. I drove across town and got to the studio 20 minutes before class began. This would give me plenty of time to check in and grab a spot, even if it was crowded. Did I say crowded? The line was far out the door and there wasn’t a parking space in three blocks. I knew I wouldn’t get a spot in class. (sigh) I drove back across town and straight to my local Y, where I normally work out and which is 2 minutes from my house.
Why am I writing all of this? It made me think of something my brother used to always say. “It is what it is.” Truer words have never been said. In my past I might have gotten all worked up over these bumps, but, thank goodness I’ve realized that sometimes it just “is what it is“. Recently, on a trip we took over the Christmas break, we sat down for lunch and I looked up and saw a sign that read, “It is what it is.” I grabbed the Husband and we ran right over to get a photo.
20 minutes on the Stair Climber (that thing kills me everytime.)
30 minutes on the Precor Elliptical (doing intervals with arms)
1 Hour Power Yoga (the teacher does a lot of bouncing and gyrating I do not do, but she also sneaks in what feels like at least 150 push ups!)
It sounds like I was gone forever, but actually I got home by the same time I would have if I had been able to do the hot yoga. (I would normally feel guilty being gone from home this long on a Saturday morning, but my crew were all enjoying a last morning of sleeping late).
So, maybe what I had in mind didn’t happen and I had to be a little flexible and simply move on. There’s a tiny little lesson there for me and I know more often than not, I’ll have to remember those little words, “It is what it is.”
Now we are off to do the usual Saturday errand thing . . .
Enjoy your weekend! Do the little things get to you? How do you deal? Any tips on efficient electricians for my elliptical? Any other good mantras?