Hydrophobia

I do not like water. There I said it. I am always surprised and thrilled when for some strange reason, I find myself craving a tall cold one (water, that is). I am often thirsty. VERY thirsty. And I answer my cravings for hydration, usually in the form of Diet Peach Snapple, hazelnut coffee and the occasional Diet Sierra Mist. It's not pretty. But it's true.

Well, last night, Brian introduced me to Propel Fitness Water, and, let me tell you: it is GOOD. The grape flavored Propel Water vaguely tastes like grape Kool-Aid (a great love from my childhood), and 23.7 ounces goes down in a matter of, literally, seconds. Each 8 oz serving has 10 calories, so it's not terribly significant calorically. Also, it has a whole bunch of vitamins: C, E and a couple of B's. Most importantly, I am 23.7 ounces more hydrated with WATER than I would be had I come home this afternoon and downed a bottle of Diet Peach Snapple.

Missed morning Mysore because the entry ramp to the FDR Drive was closed, scaring me off. Instead, I came home, brainstormed with REW about all the things she is currently brainstorming about, napped (that was her suggestion) and then braved the subway to get to Yoga Sutra to teach a lunchtime class. Aftwards, Sarah Willis convinced me to take her vinyasa class, and it was GREAT. It is HARD to hold those standing poses for so long and then vinyasa between them. Her alignment cues were great, and she has a great sense of humor. It's good for me to take other teachers' vinyasa classes sometimes as a sort of "reality check" - make sure I'm on the same page generally as my colleagues. It seems I am, and that's comforting.

Now I am home with the kids and the dog, and I don't want to go anywhere anytime soon...although a long walk with Lewis and the kids is looming....

Now, the question is...should I go to Shala X for the Saturday Mysore tomorrow? I am going to miss practice on Monday AND on Wednesday due to school parties for my kids....I can always practice at home, but right now, I feel like I need the assistance of a teacher...

Oh, and I need to revise something I wrote earlier...about that show K-9 Karma....I had written about how much I liked it, how I thought it was clever and charming. Well, this afternoon, we watched in embarassed horror as the hosts went to visit an artist named Tillamook Cheddar, who just so happens to be a Jack Russell Terrier. At first I thought that the show would lampoon the notion of a dog that sells canvases for a THOUSAND BUCKS, especially after they showed footage of the dog's "creative process", which consisted of the dog ripping, scratching and LICKING a piece of canvas wrapped in a piece of paper smeared with paint. I mean, it's not like the dog could even SEE what she was doing. But then these two adults (the host of K-9 Karma, and the Jack Russell's owner), were talking, IN EARNEST, about the dog's "process" and commenting on the dog's "intent" in biting sometimes at the perimeter of the package, and sometimes at the center....not a hint of sarcasm anywhere.

Three words: OH PUH LEEEEEEEEEEZE.


YC