Yesterday, during my first upward dog I noted that my left wrist hurt like a mother. I tried to ignore it as I played in mind how I could have hurt it. It was definitely painful enough that I took notice and thought "Well I should back off." It didn't hurt much of anywhere actually except upward dog.

Today I've felt it all day. For the first two years of my yoga practice I dealt with wrist issues... always on my right side. Now it's left... damn.

I'm back in programmer hell. I think I'm gonna have to talk to The Boss. I can't maintain this pace. I have an open offer sitting in my Inbox... same $$ and would be way less hours. I really love what I do and the environment... but it's unrealistic for me to think I can have a "life" when I'm working like this and, let's face it, work isn't the most important thing here, some unknown person's wealth adding up while I work 80 hour weeks.

With Date Night tonight, we decided to make it Yoga Date Night. This means I skip practice in the morning and do led first series with THe Husband. I had the most rock solid practice tonight. It wasn't notable physically, I doubt I did anything better or worse but I can honestly say, I don't remember seeing another person in that room. I honestly did not see THe Husband do one single pose. My driste was just rock solid... and my practice with rock solid. Interesting combination (duh).

After practice we went to dinner. The Husband talked about how much he liked the class and how surprised he was that he did. He told me that all day today he has dreaded doing the class and feeling intimidated by it. That's pretty cool that he felt so much better after.

When I walked into the locker room after practice, the lady who had been across from me was talking to someone else. Her back was to me so she didn't see me walk in, start to put my stuff away. In the meantime, she's totally talking about me. Nothing bad, mind you. In fact, quite flattering. It felt really freakin' wierd nonetheless. I considered saying something but then just pretended I didn't hear her. When she stood up she noticed me. She sorta was like "Oh funny I was just talking about you." I didn't want to tell her I had heard all of it. I'm sure people talk about me all the time, people do that, THe Husband and I do it, it's part of human nature to talk about other humans. I'd even go so far as to say that it is quite common for spouses to dish other couples in an effort to squash their own fear of Keeping Up With THe Joneses. We try not to do it but it happens. So I know people talk about other people but it's really wierd when you come face to face with it.

L.A. on Sunday, meetings all next week. Not sure what will be what... if the mat sees daylight or not. Then NYC. I'm not even halfway done with the demo.