Hot yoga last night was awesome, as always. And by always, I mean the first time I went and this time. And after discovering the actual name of what I injured during Cardio Kickboxing (HIP FLEXOR if you're curious - HURTS LIKE A BITCH when it gets injured...) I had to skip a few poses that weren't too kosher...
No bueno for a thigh/groin tendon injury!
Same cool yoga instructor, same cool young crowd (bit of whiplash from the granny-populated aqua cardio!)
Every week I feel so refreshed walking out of there - not just sweating out all that crap and toxins, but cleaning out my mind, too.
So I was all well and ready to attack sushi and cocktails with Jaclyn and Shana. And apperently, we picked a good night to hit up this joint - it was...
$5 martinis and I was all over that shit. And looking back: yes, I acknowledge it was a very risky decision, and I was very unsure if it would payoff - but I tried a very unlikely combination... I tried a Strawberry & BASIL Martini. OH.. EM... GEE. It was soooo good, I decided to stick with that the rest of the night...
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