When I finished up with my Army-sponsored field trip of Bavaria and was getting ready to return to Athens, I got myself a present: a new mountain bike for riding between my apartment at West State and Shaffer and OU’s campus. I’ve never done much actual mountain biking, but my 26-year-old purple Giant Butte (known… Read More old bike. old guy.
You guys will recall that I was diagnosed with type 2 diabetes two summers ago. You may also recall that I wasn’t especially happy about it. Since then, it’s been kind of a struggle. I did really well early on, but recently I’ve been a bit lazy, especially about running … even though it was… Read More take the ride.
That’s Chrissy. And this is the pose — a variation of it, anyway — that caused me to freak out a bit while trying to decide whether to attend Chrissy’s workshop this weekend. Here’s your spoiler alert: I am so happy I did. My yoga workshop weekend, Day Two: I knew going in that I didn’t… Read More showtime.
My yoga workshop weekend, Day One: I got better in crow and learned some tweaks with my hands and arms that will help as I move toward other arm balances. My core needs to be stronger. Practicing with my teachers is inspiring — they are strong and fearless — and reassuring — they struggle with… Read More a learning experience.
I took that shot as I awaited the start of my very first real yoga class. I was nervous. Nervous enough that I almost didn’t get seated in the grass. Nervous enough that I almost left. I had been through a couple of demonstration classes at Venture Outdoors Fest two weeks before; I did those… Read More nerves.
So when Mrs. Crappy suggested that we take a bike ride down to the North Shore Trail this morning, I said “Sure!” while I thought that the hottest day of the year so far might not actually be the best time to ride down to the trail instead of driving to the parking lot just… Read More we didn’t die.
Uncle Crappy 