Herbs = planted.

Out my kitchen window. Beautiful weekend.

Oh, I have an hour until I have to bike to yoga? Sure, let me just clean out the fridge, put away the veggies I bought, do the dishes, put the dishes away, re-pot my plants, make a pot of coffee, and change, quickly. (Note the Tupperware to the right, the potting soil to the left.)

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A continued battle: my feet.

Now, all of you who are constant readers know that my feet and I don’t always get along. As I type, I am rolling my feet on tennis balls, hoping to loosen my muscles before Yoga tonight. They tend to get tight during Yoga, when I need them to keep me in tree or triangle or warrior 3, and so I am hoping this will help the day.

Last night, I jumped on an elliptical machine, hoping to try something new. I set the time to twenty minutes, after spending five minutes trying to figure out exactly how to WORK the machine. (it kept telling me my target heart rate of 160 was unsafe, what?) Then I just listened to my tunes, trying not to fall off the machine or knock anyone around me. This proved harder than I thought, and around minute 10 I was sure I was going to fall off. I tried to hold onto the longer supports with my hands, but that only made it worse, and I nearly flung myself into the bike machines. So I kept them on the middle supports, heart rate monitor broken.

My feet slowly revolted, saying “no, thanks” and I began to slow down. I eventually got off (at 20 minutes) and went over to the bikes. Ahh, 10 minutes of a hard cardio workout. That’s better. Nikki insists if I walk on an incline or run I’ll be OK, but after my feet hurting that much, I don’t know. I guess I’ll only know if I try, which I intend to do: soon. Real soon. For now, I’ll stick to 11 mile bike rides, yoga, and the occasional kick boxing.

What are all of you doing for exercise these days?

Sunday: Farmer's market

Corelyn and I hadn’t been to the farmer’s market in a while (at least three weeks) and we CERTAINLY had not been as early as we went Sunday in QUITE a while. So 9 am farmer’s market was highly successful.

That is the cheese man in the flannel. I love him, and so does Cor. You can hardly see him, since I was trying to take a picture of him and it was a little obvious, but you get the idea. He’s a cheese man. In flannel.

Raw milk!!