Toffee Yogurt

This post is solely dedicated to the purpose of giving Lindsay Thurman a shout-out: thanks for suggesting toffee yogurt, Pinds. I ate some at school today--mmmmmm. Add that one to the happy list.

Ok, but while I'm here I may as well tell you about yoga class. The College here offers yoga class once a week in 1 hr 15 min sessions, for the small price of 15 pounds per term. I took some beginning yoga classes at IU, but let me tell you, a 45 minute class is in a different world from a class that lasts twice as long. Our instructor ( a skinny, pure muscle 20-something blonde) made us do a sun salutation series of nine poses five times in a row. After we were all panting and sweating, she showed us the extended series of seventeen poses which we then proceeded to do four times in a row! And all the while she kept coming up behind me, urging me to push my sitting bones higher to stretch the legs and elongate the back. Lady, can't you tell a quivering human when you see one? Finally she grabbed my hips and forced my "sitting bones" up higher and further back. It's a good thing this class is only once a week--I will be sore until then.

That's all for today. Although, I would like to pose the question, why does no one in Britain seem to wear exercise clothes? I walked from my house to the college in yoga pants, and I got strange looks from nearly every passerby. Additionally, I never see people running on the street (unless it's someone in a suit late for the government building).