|My dad's Facebook profile photo. I get my athleticism from him.|
I've gone to Bikram yoga the last four days. I spent $150 on yoga clothes so I take advantage of a week of free classes. I'm still way more inflexible than anyone thinks possible, but I'm making progress. The heat doesn't really bother me, there is maybe once, or twice during the class that I really feel it. I sweat like crazy (I would say like everyone, but there is one woman that's been in the class who doesn't sweat very much at all). Today I became the yoga nazi. The rules clearly state NO TALKING IN THE ROOM. Prior to class as everyone was playing dead, the girls next to me kept chatting. If it were only 2-3 minutes until class started I would have been okay with it, but since we still had 15 minutes until the actual class started I knew I would just be annoyed instead of relaxed. My evil glare didn't work. Me telling them "shhhh" didn't work. Me asking them to please be quiet didn't work. So I told the instructor. I just wasn't in the mood to deal today. I still haven't been able to run (probably why I'm not in the mood to deal with things), but the achilles is healing. After the third day of yoga it didn't hurt....anymore than the rest of my body. It better get better soon because I have some training to do!
Moose and Springer had their annual vet checks. Moose weighed in at 96 pounds. He's a BIG boy. Solid. But big. I tested some sedatives on him the other night (for the long car ride after the long plane ride). This is Moose on drugs.
The only other exciting thing is that I figured out how to send sauerkraut through the mail. I vacuum sealed the jars inside bags. Exciting I know. The first jar went to my dad for father's day.