Tuesday Night Notes, Lest I Forget

A lovely evening that I wanted to write about before I get busy at work and forget all about it.

First off, I returned to CrossFit DC for the first time since before Christmas, and it was terrific. The class has grown a ton. Last time I went, there were four of us. Today there were 15. I was the only woman in the entire gym. The main gymnasium was filled with gay volleyball players, and all of my classmates are men. A number of are semi-pro or college rugby players, which I think is kind of neat. I like being the only woman, because I feel like I don't have to compete with anyone but myself. That, said, I held my own against my classmates, which feels good. It also feels good to have one's grunts overpowered by other, louder grunts. The last good feeling was how shaky and rubbery my arms were when we were finished. That might now feel so good tomorrow.

From there, I headed north on Connecticut Ave. to Ann's house. I joined Aaron and Jess and a few others for the State of the Union address, which was made much more bearable by the bingo game that Aaron brought along and by Ann's yummy crostini. When it was over, we got to see an interview with Sen. Clinton - hooray for smart Wellesley alums!

A speedy and peaceful trip through Adams Morgan and up 16th St, and I'm home. Another New Yorker in my mailbox (I'm SO far behind) and a package from my mom containing an article from the Baudette Region reporting on our family's enormous Christmas celebration. Very cool.