Instead of going home and hanging with the cats, which is my usual lunchtime M.O., I went to the gym and took a mid-day yoga class. It was the first yoga class I've had in ages. My muscles are in bad shape yogawise and I need to get started again and this was a perfect start. It was not Astanga, which I normally prefer becuase it's aerobic and challenging. This is was Hatha. It was relaxing. The instructor, Baxter Bell, wasn't a yoga nazi, like so many of the teachers in Astanga. I felt great afterwards.

My gym offers about a dozen or so classes a week. On average this year, I've been taking, well, about zero classes a week. I need to crank that up to 3-4 and see how I feel. I'm going to guess, more relaxed, less stressed and much, much stronger.