weekly wrap + puppy pics!
...in which I learn, yet again, not to taunt the universe. When will I learn? Last week was a tough week. I wished out loud on the blog that maybe this week would be easier . "Sure!" said the universe. "Here's your cold back! Did you miss it? It's so bad that you'll spend two days in bed!" So that's what I did. Yes, haters, I took a rest day. And then, in an unpredictable move, I TOOK ANOTHER ONE. THE VERY NEXT DAY. I'm walking on the wild side. In the good news column, I took the week completely off from anything that might piss off my pulled intercostal muscle , and it actually seems to be healing. Ridiculous. I did go back to yoga on Sunday, but I was really careful the entire class. I skipped a bunch of spinal twists ( how we got here in the first place ) and some vinyasas in favor of child's pose. The Lululemon posse tried to intimidate me into pushing it in some poses, and I said, "No, crazy-matching-all-cloth