Yoga

So I woke up this morning with the ambitious idea of doing some yoga before heading off to meet a friend for lunch. I changed into some comfortable work-out clothes, brushed my hair into a ponytail, and popped the DVD into the player in my living room. I got through half of the work-out, proud of myself for still being so flexible (I say that like I'm not 23 but 83). I'm not going to lie, at first when I saw that woman on the screen stretching into some of those outrageous positions I thought for sure I would get stuck and Martin would find me like that hours later when he came home from work. During the work-out Mojave sat in the doorway and watched me with disdain, probably wondering what the hell I was doing. Well, he decided that he wanted to be an active participant while I was in the pyramid position and rams his body into me. I almost toppled over but recovered when he came back for another ram. I swatted him away and went on with the rest of the work-out. Towards the end when you come down from stretching and work on relaxing I was laying on my back stretching some muscle I've never heard of in my ass and Mojave comes bounding across the room and attacks my arm with all of his ligerness. I was just getting into that relaxed state that the way too calm instructor was saying I deserved at that point when I have a rabid animal attached to my forearm. Needless to say I completed the yoga work-out, have some pretty deep scratches to show for it, and plan on locking Mojave up next time.