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Yesterday's yoga class was certainly one of the most fun in a long time. Viv had us focused on hamstring stretches and forward bends, and 2 of the challenges for me were Visvamitrasana and the Kurmasana.


Both requires extremely long and flexible hamstsrings (which to my greatest profound regret, I do not have). Coincidentally Vismamitra was featured in a recent issue of yogajournal and the yogi who demo'd the pose, well, she's just amazingly open in all those hips and hamstrings I could just sigh and lament, face up to reality that my hamstrings will just not open up. Probaby a genetic defect.

Mom cooked curry for dinner. I offered the dogs a teensy bit. Holly the trash compacter as usual didn't even bother to sniff at it, she just jumped and gobbled the potato out of my hands. Bis, who is usually much more picky, actually ate the stuff despite previous experiences knowing he does not like spicy very much. Of course, this morning we had the pleasure of witnessing Bis go, "pooooooot...psssssst....pfk pfk pfk..." as he squatted near some trees downstairs. And oh yeah, it's all the colour of yellow curry. Holly remains nonchalent. Guess there is some benefit to her picking up rubbish during our daily walks, she now has a stomach of steel.