Scared as a Kid in a Spelling Bee

Well, it seems that our furnace only works when the door to it is open.  This seems unsafe, so I'm having the repair guy come back.  Maybe it's just in our minds, but I do read seventy two degrees as where I'd like it to be and sixty two as where it is, until I open the door of course.  It's up to seventy three right now and I'm as happy as a mouse in a bakery.  Weird stuff.

School started yesterday.  Luckily, I've gotten the hard classes out of the way (for the most part) and am taking some super fun ones this semester and next.  Yesterday was Power Yoga (you read it right, Power Yoga) and marriage and family relations.  Today will be Positivee Psychology (a theory of Psychology made up by the same guy who made up torture methods for the US, should be fun), Eastern Religions, and Tests and Measurements (my only hard class, as far as I can see).  It should be a fun semester, and it's only this one and the next and I'll have a Bachelor's.  Feels pretty good, I'm not gonna lie.

Yesterday was also my first day of working out again.  I weighed myself this morning and I'm, oh do I actually share this with you all, 213 pounds.  My Aussie, SA, and Swiss readers (along with everyone else not in the US) will have to tell me what that converts to in kilos.  213!  I'm only 5'11'' (again, you'll have to convert).  I'm not HUGE by any stretch, and I realize that, but in my prime I was 180.  I felt really good then.  I could run fairly quickly, jump as high as most white men, and take my shirt off without shame.  I'm making this sound like a much bigger deal than it is to me.  Let's back up.  I have a baby on the way.  I'd like to do things with my grandchildren.  Not just see them, but actually DO things with them.  When my wife and I hovered over that pee stick, I noticed that I should get into a little better shape so that I can be active in my later years, and have just now found time to do that.  So, yesterday was chest/tri, today is back/bi (muscle groups), and I ran today too.  My plan is to run on the days I don't do Yoga in school.  I think, if I can keep this up, I should be in good enough shape to go hiking with my grandchildren, or at least I hope so.

I should say something about my first day in Yoga.  It was pretty amusing.  Dozens of girls sitting around a room of mirrors and I think, if I remember right, seven Y chromosome holders.  Yep, just seven of us.  And the guy sitting next to me looked like a kid in a spelling bee.  I asked him about his nerves and he blew me off.  I can't really blame him, I wouldn't want to admit that I was scared shitless of how bad I would look in front of all these girls.  All of the other guys (apart from nerves and me) said they had done Yoga before.  They asked our name and if we had done Yoga before.  My first thought was, "does Wii count?"  but quickly said "Paul, No."  I decided to set expectations low so that if the Wii really did help I would just seem good at picking it up, whereas, if I had said yes, they might be disappointed.  At any rate, it should be a fun class.

That's pretty much it for me.  Hope all is well in your neck of the woods.