Have you ever met someone that makes you feel, well, crazy? Like no matter what you say or how you say it, you should have said it another way? I know someone like that.. it drives me crazy.

Last week was a long week full of bad food, alcohol and late nights. A developer conference isn't a developer conference without that combination.... I'm happy to report that I didnt eat any of the bad food (except for the excuse for lunch that they served us) -- I resisted all the ding dongs, ice cream, candy, coke and other sugary snacks across the board. I only had alcohol two nights and only stayed out late two nights... okay both those nights were 3am-ers but, you know... what's a girl gonna do?

The sad part was that no matter how I worked my schedule, because my hotel was 40 minutes away from the conference (due to a late registration), I couldn't make yoga... so the yoga mat was a travel companion but never saw the light of day.

I fly to Seattle tomorrow... back to the rain... I plan to get back to practice (again) from the luxury of my apartment... maybe in class once, we'll see... I've sorta come to the conclusion that whilst I get through these months of commuting, my practice can't be the priority but it can be a static entity of my life. My days start too early in the office, the Seattle traffic is horrible... maybe I just haven't figured out how to go from west to east in less than 40 minutes yet.