Last night it was 10 minutes of yoga before bed and a sinking feeling that I'm never, ever, as long as I live, going to get back in the groove.
Today, my workout was a killer 60-minute yoga-lates class that made me feel equal parts alive and pummeled into the ground. It ended just three hours ago, and I'm already starting to feel the DOMS that don't usually rear their heads for a good 24 hours.
Mostly, that makes me feel pretty damn good.
Also, it's bright and sunny out there on my deck where I'm now peeking, which always brings out the optimist in me. Daisy Dog's going to want a walk later. I'm in.
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