Friday, January 09, 2009

In hot yoga withdrawal. At least it's not possible to go into House withdrawal.

It's been a few weeks since I last wrote, so I'll see what I can do in terms of catch up. Since the end of December, I have become a hot yoga and House (the tv show) addict. Hot yoga. I must have some sort of masochistic mindset when it comes to kicking my own ass. I have the same gratification in finishing an 8 mile run as I when finishing a hot yoga session. How is this possible? I have yet to figure all of this out. I completely recommend hot yoga to anyone. So, so awesome.

House, another phenomenon I can't figure out. I love that show. I love Hugh Laurie and even weirder, I love the character of Gregory House. Thanks to cable tv, I can watch House almost every day. Go figure. Yay!

Hot yoga is...hot.

So, A. introduced me to hot yoga, and I think her with all of my heart for doing so. We went to a session at CorePowerYoga on Grand Ave. and it's a fantastic studio. I had no idea that I liked hot yoga, I just feel like I get a better workout than regular yoga. Hot yoga is hard for me. Super hard. I don't have much balance as it is, and I have much less so when I'm covered in sweat. So, this guy comes in and sets up his mat in front of me and A. and he puts a glass (jam) jar of water next to him. Because he's green or afraid of plastic, I need to be ever-aware of this glass jar so I don't accidently fall over and break it. Great.

The next day, I dragged Nanners along to a session and she became obsessed with it as well. Wahoo...hot yoga friends in St. Paul.

Korean food...it's been longer than it should have been.

The New Year is a big deal for Koreans, so my mom took us out for lunch a few days before hand since she had to work New Years day. At the table, I decided right then and there to confirm my decision to move to Singapore. I guess I had been leaning towards it the day before, but my confirmation email was sent while I sat at the table. People ask me if my parents were concerned with the decision. And, it's funny because that's not a topic of stress or concern in my family. Getting a pet is more of a stressful situation for my family than anything to do with traveling or moving internationally. I could be away for a year or two, but a cat is a commitment of 15 or so years. See what I mean?

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