Sweat and Smoke, Coming Out My Pores

Woke up bright and early on Sunday morning to make it to a 9am aerobics class at Slimmons in Beverly Hills.  Richard doesn’t teach on Sundays, but Sherri, another teacher, does, and it’s a fun and long class – 90 minutes, broken up into dance/cardio, free weights, bar work (squats, leg lifts, etc.), sit-ups and ab work, and a good dose of stretching at the end.  It’s also way way way less crowded than when Richard teaches – 11 people today, versus 93 people yesterday (click here to read about that class).

I started noticing a distinct smell during class, and it was definitely more pungent when we were through, and it was instantly recognizable: it was smoke.  Coming from my pores.  The previous night, I went over to my friends Mat and Maggie’s house – they had people over, and we gathered around their new fire pit, making s’mores and drinking sangria (I had 1 glass of sangria, and 1 s’more, no chocolate).  It’s been years and years since I sat around a fire (excluding when I started those brush fires in the mountains last year… kidding, LAFD!), and I had forgotten that smoke permeates everything.  When I got home I tossed those clothes in the hamper, but I didn’t take a shower before the 9am class (why shower before going to a gym?) and, sure enough, my sweat pushed the smoke out.  I got to enjoy the campfire smell a second time.  None of the ladies in class said anything  (I was the only guy), but I wonder if they all made a mental note to not work out near me next time.

The other thing I love about Sherri’s Sunday morning class is that the Beverly Hills Farmer’s Market is literally down the street – so after class, I go to my car, pick up my wallet and a reusable tote, and head off shopping.  I brought my camera today, to snap some photos, but the batteries died the second I turned it on – oh well, next time.  Anyway – it’s a pretty sweet farmer’s market – tons of produce, flowers, potted plants, fish and meat, jams, honey, and a whole section of prepared food and restaurant counters.  Being Beverly Hills, it can be expensive – more expensive than the Burbank Farmer’s Market (another favorite) – but if you’re a smart shopper, you can navigate it without putting a huge dent in your manpurse.  Ultimately, the convenience is worth it, and on days when I’m especially groggy and tired, it’s my treat to myself for getting out of bed and making it to the 9am class.

My goal when I visit the Farmer’s Market is to buy something each time that I’ve never bought before.  Sometimes it’s things that I’ve eaten at restaurants but never prepared myself, like bok choy or turnips, and sometimes it’s things I’d never even heard of, like loquats, sunflower greens, or sprouted mung beans (the latter two have since become near staples in my diet).  Here’s the new item I bought today – any thoughts on what it is?

If you guessed Armenian Cucumber, then ding ding ding!  You win!  I bought it at the South Central Farmers stand – they sell produce and raise money for their 14-acre urban farm in the middle of a bad neighborhood in South Los Angeles, and I like supporting them.  I don’t know what I’m going to do with it (although if I were to guess, I’d say it’ll end up as part of a salad), but I’ll keep you posted on what it tastes like (although if I were to guess, I’d say it’ll up tasting like a cucumber).

Here’s my total haul:

  • ½ lb fresh figs – $2.00
  • 1 basket cherry tomatoes – $2.00
  • 3 valencia oranges – $1.00
  • 2 bell peppers (1 green, 1 green/orange)  – $1.00
  • 1 eggplant – $0.50
  • 1 Armenian cucumber  – $0.50
  • 2 Asian sweet potatoes – $0.85 (this is actually another first-time purchase – I’m quite familiar with garnet sweet potatoes, but I’ve never bought asian ones before)
  • 1 grapefruit – $0.80
  • ¼ lb sprouted mung beans & wheatberries – $2.00
  • 1 oz Beef Jerky (teriyaki flavor) –  $2.00

Total Damage:  $12.65

Keep it up, David!

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3 Responses to Sweat and Smoke, Coming Out My Pores

  1. Matthew says:

    I never thought the next day carnage from our party would extend to ladies in Beverly Hills!

  2. OBrien says:

    While this is an old blog entry, it’s nice to see that 5 years later, no one but your friend has commented. Total b.s.

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