Had a wonderful heated yoga session this morning at Inner Vision Yoga. I think I sweated more than anyone else in the class, but I love that feeling! Like being in a steam room and knowing that everything pouring out of your pores is all positive cleansing. Did better than my first heated yoga last week; didn't have to sit down or get a second bottle of water half-way through. Have a long way to go to return to my previous yogic abilities, but for once in my life don't mind being the slowest in the class, standing next to the girl that can put her leg behind her ear. I'm currently in a two-week new student period, meaning lots of classes for one low price, so I'm going to try to go to as many as I can - 5 a week? Wouldn't it be wonderful to go to yoga every single day?
Eventually I'll be strong enough to ride my bike there and back, but today I had to hang around in the main room, shopping, until it felt safe enough to get behind the wheel of my car! Lots of tempting things: yoga clothes, wonderfully scented things (coveting the patchouli-lime hand lotion). Ended up buying a peach/mango coconut milk drink and a hand-made granola square, which were both fantastic and had me revived by the time I got home. Then a black bean and egg quesadilla - have been missing eggs and found a number of postings on craigslist.com for chicken eggs, extras from families that sound like they raise chickens for the joy of it. Got these particular eggs at the farmer's market, but I think I'll make the effort to find a home to buy from.
In Napa, potter Karen Winograde raises chickens, and I usually get treated to her eggs when I visit JP. So far, hers are the best, brightest, tastiest, orangiest yet. One batch we had all double yolks! Would love to raise chickens - buy maybe not in the city. Don't know yet. It's one thing to have someone babysit your cats and dog when you travel, but clean the chicken coop? I don't know about that one!
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