Thanks, KP

I just checked out KP's latest blog and am blown away by her photos. When did you become a contortionist, KP?? Which isn't even a fair question because I know when she did and how: she's been doing a ton of yoga in the last year or so and has been loving it and challenging herself with it. And seeing her in those poses makes me so proud of her - and so disappointed in myself. I used to do yoga fairly regularly and while I wasn't great at it, I was pretty flexible and enjoyed it, and what's more, felt really good after doing it. In fact, KP and I used to go to yoga together when she lived here (and afterwards we'd go out and undo all the yoga goodness by drinking beer and eating pub food). Point is, I used to push myself to do it, to be even a little bit active, and now I don't and I don't know why the hell not. When did it get so damn easy to be incredibly lazy? You can only use the excuse of being too tired or too busy for so long - and I'm not even really either of those all that often. So just what is my problem? Maybe my approach to exercise, or yoga specifically, is the same as what seems to be my approach to writing (or rather, not writing): if I can't blow my own mind with a sentence, I don't bother trying to write it; if I can't turn myself inside out after a few rounds of yoga, I don't do it. But that's not good enough. Not at all. So, with my birthday around the corner, I really feel like the best present I can give myself is a few drop-in classes. And a good swift boot in the ass.