Connectedness

For today, I was either going to goat yoga or I was going to visit a living yoga studio. The latter was more appealing because it less time was involved.

Part of me also wanted to squeeze in Zumba. Instead, I mopped the kitchen floor then went to yoga at the living studio at a farm in Ferguson.

I'm not quite sure what I was expecting but we had to weigh the "life" down in the studio with our mats. The kids that were present didn't really dig the bubble bees and the youngest stayed vigilant -- he literally had his eyes on the ground the whole time. The woman in charge of the farm let us know that there would be "farm noises" because it is a working farm yadda yadda yadda.

Living Yoga Studio

It was hot today.

Sometimes you forget about creature comforts and even though I consider myself adventurous when it comes to sampling exercises, I'm not that adventurous about being outdoors. For real, I'm not that fond of dirt and still...

Being on a farm makes me think of my grandfather and my great, great grandmother etc. Most seem to acclimate to the heat  and embrace the experience.  Practicing yoga on that farm in that living studio made me feel grounded and connected. I could have lingered on the farm for a long time...

Best Ever Mint Water

Part of the Class\

Not Part of the Class

Outside of the Living Studio

I didn't work over 50 hours this week but I'm totally feeling this woman:

“You want to take my photograph? I want to say, ‘I don’t care.’ I’ve worked over 50 hours this week and I just don’t care.”

A post shared by HUMANS OF ST. LOUIS (@humans_of_stl) on May 11, 2018 at 10:54am PDT

Also feeling Shonda Rhimes:

If the sight of brown people in daily life stirs up such fear, worry and hostility in you, clearly the only person you need to police is YOURSELF.  People like this chick are the reason America can't have nice things. https://t.co/iOwyLOeQ7W

— shonda rhimes (@shondarhimes) May 10, 2018

Yes

Decided to take advantage of the weather and hit the riverfront trail. Don't think that I've ever bicycled in December and don't think that I've ever encountered so many trains while trying to access the road to the trail. Ended up hopping on the highway and going to where we usually end our ride and it made me have a whole new appreciation for the mileage that Alison, Connie and I have put in.

We all have fitness goals that we haven't hit but I'm proud of us for the times that we've bicycled on that trail -- 16 miles at a time or more.

Having to take another route was also a lesson in going with the flow and/or trying something new and not giving up because of an obstacle.

I got in nine miles and the ankle faired well except for the few times that I had to go over railroad tracks.

A brief digression... See the whole in my shoe? My Nikes are about a year old. They don't make them like they used to...

I'm about half way through Shonda Rhimes' Year of Yes.

Interesting that I arrived at this section today:

Losing yourself happens one no at a time. No to going out tonight...No to making a new friend. Losing yourself happens one pound at a time. 

The part that had me cracking up a page later is when Rhimes reveals that she parted from a personal trainer because he said "Nothing tastes as good as thin feels!"

Who says that to a fat woman?