hale and hearty- thankful

This week I have had a rotten cold. I sound like a croak-y frog. It is not attractive. It's the first time I've been sick in months and months. Granted, I seem to get pretty sick a couple of times a year, but that's it.  No cancers or serious anythings. I haven't even needed c-sections. Everything works well most of the time. I ask really a lot of my body  (way to much time at the gym or the track, crazy diets, not enough sleep) and it always just sort of does it.  I can run for miles and bend into all sorts of interesting shapes at yoga. My blood pressure is awesome and all those other numbers are great too. I don't even get injured nearly as often as I deserve to. I am constantly complaining about not being exactly the size and shape I have decided I want to be but, really, I can't complain.

*I am frantically knocking on wood as I post this, just in case something is listening.

I can touch my toes- thankful

I'm relatively certain I wrote about this last year but I Decided not to check and to write about it again anyway.

Twice a week I go to a 90+ minute yoga class. It's my favorite. Sometimes I pay babysitters if I must to attend. For that little space of time I do really hard things that feel amazing. The instructors are pretty hard core and every week class gets a little more difficult. Often newbies come and leave half-way through to never-be-seen-again kind of hard core. I love, love, love it. There is something about watching muscles stretch and shake and get stronger every week. There is something about a room full of breathing. Something about focus and stamina and the camaraderie with those working with you, breathing with you. Something perfect.