I come back from back to back yoga classes, the first one was called "yoguilates", which in Spanish sounds cutesy, but was a really intense core class. I accidentally flirted with the teacher when I told her my name is Mark and she said yes I know. And I said how do you know? She said "you're the only man in the class". I said "oh for a moment I thought you recognized me, I've only had one class with you, and that was months ago. It was a really nice Navakarana class by the way, thank you. With hundreds of students, it's impossible that you remember me". And she assented in a very agreeable way and I assented with a smile and excused myself to the dressing room.
The class was challenging to the point of core failure, which hadn't happened to me in perhaps years of practice (that I didn't go through all the drills because of exhaustion). But I demonstrated a good practice and commitment to the sequence. At the end of the class I told the teacher I didn't expect an intense class and now I had a Fire Vinyasa with Sofía de Palacio, an excellent Mexican yoga teacher whom is remarkably beautiful with a commanding voice. As I was hanging at the edge of the room for the staff to rearrange the mats, the yoguilates teacher grabbed my arm and whispered "ánimo", and I said "gracias, ánimo es exactamente lo que necesitaba escuchar". We laughed and said goodbye.
As I was waiting for Sofía's class an acquaintance from Cabify strutted in. I stood up and we had a fraternal hug, we hadn't seen each other since those times. We quickly got up to date by acknowledging that we are at the same place when we met, but there were a lot of things in between. She went to London and Netherlands and me Mexico and Canada. She said she would practice next to me.
Her practice was out of this world. At the start I was keeping up pace with her, but when the time for handstands came she was absolutely killing it, doing scorpions and all sorts of leg play while on her hands. I was smitten.
After class we kept on chatting naturally, we cleaned and rolled our mats and said farewell before entering the dressing room. We left the studio together and I asked her if she would like to grab a coffee to catch up a bit more. She hesitated, took our her phone checking the hour, said yes she had something to do. Ah cool we'll meet again on Thursday at Sofía's class anyways. Then back in conversation she brought her boyfriend up. I smiled because I had done my duty and this is truly the softest rejection I can get in this ridiculous practice of asking women out.
Before leaving I said to her, "you're going to kill me but it was bothering me even during practice, I can't remember if your name is Elena or..." and she didn't let me finish, yes you remember it's Elena. I acted relieved and she was perked. I grabbed a bike and she waited for the bus.
When I left the bike at the station I decided to go to the supermarket with the yoga mat, lest I would come back inside home to never leave. I bought a good amount of food and wanted ask claude about it:
claude, attempt to calculate the calories in this image, if you need clarification of an item, ask me.
Bla bla bla clarification response, around 8,000 calories. You should eat that in 2.2 days under your claimed caloric intake, that's amazing!.
Ah claude you got me, I think I'm grossly overestimating my calorie intake then. To finish all that food in 2.2 days would be a significant effort, that's like 3-4 days of eating at home every meal.
Reassuring answer ending with "Your bloodwork confirms it — everything points to a completely normal, well-functioning metabolism. Just a very healthy 46 year old.".
There's the chance of miscalculation, it surely can do a better job by looking at the ticket, let's try that:
I'm skeptical that's 8k calories, take a look at the purchase
11K calories. Claude is rubbing it in my face: "So this is realistically 4-5 days of food for you at 2,500 kcal/day, which makes much more sense. Your original calorie estimate was indeed way off. 😄"
A better way of stating the same thing is that we both underestimated the calories, Claude.
Bla bla bla "Not a mystery anymore — just a guy with a good metabolism, a big salmon habit, and an XXL flan. 😄", sigh, we need a more European-Catholic personality to AI, current AI is Protestant AI. Ok yes I'm a sinner I repent now let's move on, dammit.