Northampton=Yum

You know what's pretty? The sky.

Day sweaty

Today was day two of taking advantage of two weeks at Back Bay Yoga. We checked out the Forrest Yoga class, and I can safely say I have never sweated that much in my entire life. I sweated so much my fingers wrinkled. I sweated away the dirt from beneath my toenails. This picture has nothing to do with Forrest Yoga, except that I probably sweated more than the water in this glass.

Day Five

This picture represents me living in the moment. Well, not really. This picture represents me taking pictures of broken glass. I just got back from a yoga class. Yoga is something I've wanted to get into from time to time, usually scared away by the price. But the place we went to offers two weeks for one low price for newbies, so I said "sign me up!" Then I said om. But not before 90 minutes of "gentle beginning" yoga that left my legs shaking.

Day 4ish?

It takes 15-20 minutes from the time I walk out the door of my apartment to the time I walk in the door of my work. Whether it is 15 minutes or 20 minutes depends on this intersection. This is right after the museum of science, and traffic is such that all bicyclists wind up on the sidewalk waiting to cross 3 streets controlled by three un-synchronized lights. As annoying as it can be at times, it's sort of neat to sit there as everyone forms a knot of bicycles. I told a woman at work about this--she's a big time biker--and she said that is how critical mass in China started. There are so many bikes there, competing with the cars, that bikers will just sit and wait at an intersection until there are enough of them, a critical mass of them, if you will, to take over the road and cross the street. Here in Cambridge there are usually no more than half a dozen or so, and we tend to wait for the lights to change. Usually.