Today's yoga: Rodney Yee for Flexibility, 30 min.
Intention: "Calm down!"
A crazy day, so crazy I almost talked myself out of yoga this evening. I told myself a half-truth: that it wasn't an imposition on my free time, but a way to clear the day off my mind so that I could "enjoy the evening." (What I'm really getting to "enjoy" is all the random crap I need to do this evening, but oh well.)
So I came home a hungry stressball and a half an hour of Rodney later, felt a bit better. Thirty min isn't anything to get excited about, but I'm trying not to feel guilty about the short session. It's better than nothing, basta.
Incidentally, I'm no big fan of Rodney Yee since he left his wife for a student and moved to that spiritual Mecca known as the Hamptons. Plus he wears really fugly tie-dyed tank tops. Nevertheless, his DVDs are decent, convenient workouts so I'm still using them.
I'm watching Jim Leher News Hour as I type this and they just ran the new list of dead in Iraq. Eight names. I found out today that a friend's roommate died there last Thursday. RIP? It's criminal.
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