P90X yoga is challenging in general - about 45 minutes of tough moving asanas, lots of warrior sequences and chest opening poses, followed by another 45 minutes of balance postures and abs (in Horton-speak, the "yoga belly 7"). I broke almost as much of a sweat moving through this in our OBX living room as I do in the 90-degree studio at Philly Power Yoga, and I got through the tough poses by reminding myself that the only way it would ever get easier is if I pushed through.
And then I made bacon for breakfast.
Delicious, expensive, Whole Foods bacon.
Around noon, I suggested to PhillyGuy that we take the pups for a nice long walk, since (not unlike us) they've been spending much of the vacation like this:
But, as luck would have it, as soon as we set foot out the front door, it started raining.
So instead of a nice long walk, we packed the dogs into the car and drove about a mile down the road to get some ice cream.
I had cookie dough.
(Side note: how is that a small? I could eat 47 conch fritters, but I couldn't even finish half of this ice cream. I hit my capacity with sweet stuff WAY faster than I do with salty/savory.) The pups got to share some plain vanilla.
Sophie loves ice cream, but (kind of like me) loses interest quickly.
Cosmo, on the other hand?
He never gets bored with it.
We're back at the house, I'm snuggled in my sweats and we're getting ready to spend the rest of this rainy afternoon playing scrabble. Yeah, I'm that awesome.