I hate when people ask me how I am and all I can do is cry. It's embarrassing.

I went to yoga tonight, it was a very gentle class. I rolled out my mat in the back and listened to the rain and thunder during the class….it was really, really nice. I felt tears before we even moved our blanket off to the side…..I miss my yoga SO MUCH.   I was able to do most of the practice with the exception of a twist to the right and bridge. Both were pulling on my port….particularly the twist. I think I must have tugged it pretty hard as it now is fairly sore. When I got home, I put an ice pack on it and am hoping I didn't dislodge anything. It would SUCK SO FREAKIN' MUCH if I had to have that procedure done again. ARG.

Anyway, the class was introspective and I probably could have hung out in turtle for a long time. I cried all the way home. I miss my practice. I miss going to class more often. I'm frustrated in with what my body can't do for now. I'm going to try to go more often. I can't stress how much I've missed going.

Coming home the peepers were really loud and there were hoppy toads all over the road….must have passed about 20 of them or so.   One sat just in front of where I parked in the driveway. I left the headlights on and went over to him and squatted down to get a closer look and he hopped towards me to get a closer look too!!! That made me smile.