We been talking about how I suck at yoga for years now. My legs are tighter than ever but I made an effort to actually do the poses. I liked this class because we raised up on our toes a lot in downward dog. I heard all sorts of cracking sounds and this morning I feel a little more limber.
For the record, I'm always limber when it counts.
There was lots of talk about touching the third eye to concentrate. I've got a prescription for that.
|This mat is a bit much.|
Before class I saw this guy doing one-legged pushups off a stability ball with his hands on two medicine balls. It's too bad he had bright red hair because otherwise I would've asked him to marry me.
I made a stop at Fairway on the way home and picked up some arugula and baby spinach. I put a package of chunk light tuna in water on top and added a little Goya salad seasoning. That's a whole dinner that's under 120 calories. I didn't get home until 10:30 and I had eaten lasagna at 5. I don't think it's a good idea to eat a real dinner late at night. I did chase this with some green grapes and a handful of Cheerios. (I needed to finish the box. They were going to go stale!)
In other news, Duane Reade filled my Ritalin prescription wrong and I feel like I didn't sleep at all, which is awesome. Damn extended release.
I've also figured out why I have bruises on the top of my feet every weekend. I drunkenly knock over my shaving cream in the shower onto my foot. Mystery solved!