I kick butt at yoga.

Well today broke a little ground for Coe Conditioning. I started out with a shorter run than usual in anticipation for the yoga I'd be doing later in the night. I took a new 4-mile trail that led me to a neighborhood where realtors in the Rockies would foam at the mouths to see; with the snow and the pine trees these little homes gave off the image of a perfect mountain village. (Now all we'd need is that mountain and the place would be sold! :)) 

It wasn't until I arrived back at the camping that I noticed the remains of what had transpired there the night before. Mere hours beforehand, two battles had unfolded right there on that very ground; today, there were countless snowballs embedded in the trees and in the walls of the cabins to remind us. As if we could forget. Everywhere I turned, what had once been pristine, unscathed snowy ground now bore a harassed, leftover look from the dozens of feet that had trampled it in the heat of battle. Angels' wings were indistinguishable. Three-chambered snowmen were decapitated. The aftermath was haunting.

So that was my fun way of saying that after my run I was pleasantly reminded of the two awesome snowball fights we had last night. :) Then I hung out with Sandra for a little while before we decided to brave the snow-packed sidewalks on our bikes and volunteer for a bit at the Red Cross. (Which, by the way, I'm fairly certain I'm only doing because then I get first dibs on the clothes that come in...example: Glow-in-the-dark dinosaur PJs. Score. :)) We very well may be doing all of our Christmas shopping there. It's the greatest. 

Then I was off to a Swedish-run yoga class. Have you ever tried to learn a new way to work out in another language? Well, it's tough. It's tough to relax, aka one of the main objectives in yoga, when you're constantly straining your neck to watch the other girls who know what the heck the instructor is saying. Regardless, I didn't fair too badly. I was a twisting, bending, stretching Swedish yoga machine. It was great...I can't believe I'd never done it before! In fact, I like yoga in Swedish so much I'll be going to two classes next week. 

So that was the day. I just reread this post and it's sad how proud I am of being productive. Haha for those of you whose attention I kept, congratulate yourselves. :)

kt