Earthmovers and Sandcastles

I’ve been thinking lately about doing and trying new things. This morning, while on a typical, not new in any way, run, I got chased by a dog for the very first time. That wasn’t exactly what I’d had in mind. (It was actually a little white, fluffy, yappy dog, tearing off its porch and barking at my heels for about a block, while I sprinted and frantically wondered whether the whole “you can’t outrun a dog!” thing they always taught us in safety lectures applied to little, fluffy, yappy dogs. In retrospect, I must have looked pretty darned ridiculous, but I think I’d have looked more ridiculous had I dropped to a fetal position and attempted to protect my head and neck…)

Better “new”: Eric and I tried a televised, on-demand yoga workout this weekend. I’ve attempted yoga in the past, with little success, and I figured it was one of those things that A) really require a live teacher over an on-screen one, and B) are better left to people without fused-straight lower backs. Still, we did our best, and I found that I’m much better at yoga now that I’ve lost weight and can better support myself on my arms than I could before. I was surprised when Eric informed me that I was, indeed, forming a triangle when I did Downward-Facing Dog; in the past, I was more of a distorted rectangle. We’re going for it again tonight, hopefully. This could be fun, and it might help with some parts of my legs that are less flexible than others, as per the physical therapist who helped me through my ITBS a long while back.

Yesterday, we took the kids to a benefit for Dan DeMatthew yesterday, and Sam spent the whole time staring in awe at the crowd of people packed into the hall. “He must be a really nice man!” he kept saying. “All these people really like him!” Then, because he’s Sam and has his own priorities in assessing a man’s character, “Do you think he likes nature?”

Need to go flip laundry now.

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