So admittedly I've been a bad blogger. I've only written a few paragraphs in the other blog, posted a picture of a lizard, and typed only as much as a title in the Bus Pass blog. I suck.
But hey. I'm in Singapore. Today there was a thunderstorm to end all thunderstorms, and Benjamin and I ran outside to the overpass above the interstate and put our faces into the rain. As we raced up the stairs laughing, a small woman scurried down, huddled beneath an umbrella and said something in Chinese with a smile on her face. I guess I could have done some Warriors up there, but instead I lifted my dress and yelled HEY SINGAPORE! to the traffic below.
I have been doing yoga, though. Mostly uninspired mini-practices. I've become one of those people who drive me nuts, the kind of person who says, "I love yoga, but I really need my cardio". Gag me! Yoga is Cardio! I said in response. Ever been to a power class? And yet there I was, day after day, rolling up my mat at the gym so I could hop on the treadmill. I warmed up and warmed down with yoga, but for a few weeks I haven't done a full class.
I did a practice this morning around ten thirty, after a long and early morning waiting in line at the Chinese Embassy. A few lunge salutes, a long sit, two bridges, a wheel, warrior dance. In that order. See? I can't organize my thoughts OR my practice.
Below: the Milo Dinosaur