The Daughter came in sometime mid-night. If I had more wherewithall, I'd get up, talk to her and put her back to bed. Instead I just flip open the cover and let her come in. Sleep might be elusive but it's better than having to be all the way awake. I was pretty tired when I got up and instantly knew that the magical practices of last week were about to get crushed with one of those practices that grind your bones into the ground. Where every vinyasa is worse than the last, you've debated leaving a few times but have too much discipline to actually do it (or perhaps you really just don't want to risk embarrassment since you've already contemplated just leaving without it and coming back later) and, in the end, you practiced and that's all that matters. It took me 4 backbends to stand up, I skipped one then finally dropped back.. then finally came up with a grunt again.

On the way home I skipped to the store for munchies, we packed up and we went to 25th street. We spent all day in the sun....

We interrupt this blog... I was sitting here typing and The Husband walked in the room. He says "Whatcha doin?" I say "Blogging." The conversation then proceeded:

Him: *with a raise of the eyebrow and a suggestive sneer* About Friday night?
Me: *with that Puhleese tone* Riiiighhhtt
Him: Come on, what fun is it if you can't tell anyone?
Me: Do you know how many hits my blog gets a day, I can't blog about that.
Him: Imagine how many hits you'd get if you did!

As I mentioned, it was a first for the 13 or so years we've been together, we can cross one off his list but that's about as far as I'm going! :)

The beach was awesome. The kids are getting really adventurous with the waves and it's pretty cool to witness. We hung out all afternoon... towards the end I decided to play with Bakasana. We were way in the back and no one could really see me. I figured out that I can jump one leg back at a time but not two at a time. After watching me for awhile The Husband told me that he noted I always jumped out with the left leg and not the right. So I tried to go right leg first and BAM that's the place! It's always amazing to me when I notice how one part of my body affects my "recovery area." On the one hand, it's awesome that I had bilateral mastectomies not quite 12 months ago and it takes something the likes of Bakasana or Kapotasana to make me "feel" the area as an edge. One the other, it sucks that I have to at all.

Someone I know said something to be the other day about mula bandha and I've been thinking about it ever since. I don't feel comfortable sharing this person's words here on my blog but it's been really making me think about mula bandha in a completely different light. I was in this really spaced out place about it when I stopped into the health food store to pick up stuff for dinner. I ran into my homeopath who told me his wife had died of ovarian cancer 3 months ago. The sadness and confusion was evident on his face. I was surprised when he said to me how different I looked... he's the third person in a few months that I've seen for the first time in years who has commented on my "presence" rather than that I look different. This makes me think it must be the yoga :) Mula Bandha even!

Moola or Mula?