Flip your dog

I have a few ailments at the moment, but honestly, what else is new? It's always something with me, huh?

I can't really use my ankle. The left one. The one that has very little cartilage remaining due to a rock climbing mishap a few years back. I have about 6% mobility in the ankle right now. I wore my AWESOME blue Brooks to run, and it looks like my ankles and feet and hips and knees need the support of a real sized shoe. Bummer. The Pure Cadences will be banished to cross training--bikes, ellipticals, circuits...oh my! And looking cool when I'm trouncing around Charlotte. I still love them though. I'm just convinced more than ever that the Adrenaline GTS is my shoe. When it comes to running anyways. If 8 years of the same shoe didn't tell me that, then this little predicament I'm in certainly has.

Also, I feel like I'm 80. My toes constantly hurt. The second, third, and fourth ones on both feet. It's the worst in the morning and after I've been sitting a while and when I don't have shoes on. The diagnosis? Metatarsalgia. Try saying that five times fast...that's what I thought. Anyways, after 10 years post-surgery (on both feet), I'm going back to see Dr. Miller. Here's my plug for Carmel Foot Specialists. It's time for new custom-made orthotics, kids. I sound like a foot snob. I just can't help it. My feet are special. What they want, they get. That appointment is for 2.5 weeks from now. Let the countdown begin. Hopefully this will solve the problem. If not, next year, I will definitely be asking Santa for new toes for Christmas.

I'm wearing my glasses today. Because my right eye is puffy, bright red, and kinda feels like I was up in the biochemistry lab and someone threw some burning chemicals at my face. Other than that, I'm pretty good.

On the upside, we did handstands in yoga last Tuesday. I was kind of terrible at them. I mean I haven't been in gymnastics since I was in middle school. And who else does handstands in their spare time? Yogis. That's who. Now I am one of them. I've been practicing all week with a wall. You know, getting up gently so I don't put a hole in it. Balance on your hands is tough. With a capital T. So, I legit pulled a glute on Monday night when I was practicing. Just one. The right one. Don't ask how. Because not only will I not tell you, I can't tell you how that happened. I have my suspicions though. Then we did handstands again in yoga last night, and I did it! Without the wall. In the middle of the room. So I come out of my handstand and realize everyone is looking at me. Eeeeek. I'm sure Casey had a surge of pride at that moment. And if he denies that, it's probs just cause he's jealous. So we got home and all I could do was practice some more. And today, ALL I have wanted to do at work ALL DAY is handstands. And the crow. And flip my dog. I love yoga.

I think when I get home from work, I'll get out my mat and do handstands until dinner. Yay!! And we found out that Anje is in the rotation to teach on Saturday this weekend. YESSSSSSSSSSSSSS. Totes going.

**Oh and two people at yoga last night told me mat was pretty. I was excited.