Practice this morning was cool. It's always a bit "wierd" to be in a different studio. I still don't get the moving for finishing. I can totally see that if the studio has a bunch of people waiting their turn in line but when the room isn't even half full and there's still space for 20, why move? It seems like such a distraction in the practice to me. Anyway, I got to backbends and they felt fine but I couldn't find it in me to stand up. James came and asked me and so I stood up.. then I flopped back and then I gave up. It was the perfect thing though because James did this wonderful, wonderful assisted dropback session with me. He stood in front of me and put his hands somewhere in the center of my back... well the part that I'm concave in. He forced me to lift out of the chest and go backwards. It was nice... disconcerting... but nice. His adjustments during the dropbacks and standups was amazingly helpful in helping me to feel it all on my own. I've processed his help all day... it really identified something for me.. not sure what yet but definitely brought my awareness to a place I haven't been before.

My demo bombed. Yep... what worked last night at midnight didn't work this morning at 10:40. My demo was at 11. I didn't get it fixed. I was a bit pissed off as I had worked so freakin' hard on it. As it turned out, I got it working about an hour after the meeting, walked down the hallway and did the demo on the fly. It went pretty well actually.

Tonight I went to The Most Dangerous Store on Earth. The Hard Tail store in Santa Monica. Oh no... seriously Oh No.

Then I ate horrible food (even french fries) at the hotel... ugh...