Aqua Yoga

I did it. I went to aqua yoga. Now, if you had been watching from the sidelines, you'd probably think, "That looks stupidly easy." And you'd be as blissfully naive as I was three and a half hours ago. First, I have to say that any illusions I had about attending the traditional land yoga class on Thursday have now been laughably dismissed. Anyone who is a yoga veteran, or in good physical shape, would probably have found the class very basic and much like a warm up. I, on the other hand, am now very aware of my abs (and my butt cheeks, and my calves...). 
It was exactly the type of exercise that I've been looking for: something to challenge my post surgery body, but not leave me sprawled out like road kill for three days post work out. Also, it was incredibly relaxing. They teach the class out of the warm water therapy pool and the vast majority of your poses are supported by gentle currents of water. There is a reason I liken myself to a manatee. Water is my zen. My body starts cranking out endorphins the minute I get a whiff of chlorine (mostly likely attributed to my swim team days).  I am so taking this class again. And, instead of regular yoga on Thursday, I'm going to try aqua Ai Chi.
As of this moment, I've got 4,788 of my 6,000 steps for the day, I've run all of my errands, and I had a delicious vegetable salad. Who knows what else I might accomplish? I'm running on a high and the lawn gnomes who live in my head a performing a pre-game Haka (for those of you who don't know, I hate football, but I love rugby). The New Zeland All Blacks traditionally do a Haka (or war cry) to intimidate the other team. One of the best and most amusing videos I've ever seen for this is a 2007 video titled "Rabbids can't play rugby".
I'm gonna rugby tackle the rest of this week like a poor scared Rabbid. Score two for Manadee.