"hot"

I have ran a few half marathons and barely sweat. Not saying it wasn't hard, I'm just not a "sweat-er". But yesterday, I sweat.....a lot. My long time friend Laura took me to Brigham yoga and what an experience that was. The room is over 100 degrees and for an hour 1/2 they put you in these challenging poses. I was nervous I would get dehydrated so I stopped and drank water during a pose. Evidently that was a yoga no-no. I got scolded by the instructor. "only in between poses" she says. Oh, okay, I will just die of dehydration-haha. So I obeyed. Gum chewing is also a no no I soon found out. I also got scolded. "you need to spit that out" she said. So I did what she said. I spit it out right on the yoga mat! Only kidding, I put it on my water bottle cap which ended up in the water bottle. Luckily I had two.

It was actually a really good workout. I was amazed at my friend Laura, I had no idea she was so flexible and in such amazing shape. I think my favorite part of the entire class is that for the first time in the past year my mind was actually on nothing else but the task at hand. That was nice for once to just think about yourself (and how freaking hot you are, not hot as in attractive but so hot you can barely breath!).

And, yes Laura...we're still friends!

I had the strangest dream last night, by the way Elle slept for close to 6 hours then another 2-3.
I was wandering in my parents neighborhood and all of sudden I found myself just walking in the front door to look around. There was this huge picture of my Mom in the living room and a lot of her things. It was painted different and they re-did the kitchen but I noticed a lot of the same things. In my dream I distinctly remember many of the details and me picking up a lot of the objects in the house. All of sudden the front door opened and it was the new owners. I immediately went up to her and said how sorry I was and that I was Pat & Jerome's daughter and how I accidentally just walked in. They were really nice to me and we ended up talking at their kitchen table. They were crying and saying how much they missed them. It's strange because the current owners do not know my parents, only through the news. I have a feeling I dreamed about the house because I have to head back down there today to visit with my Grandpa. Mom Close must have made chocolate chip cookies this morning before work (go super Mom) as I had Ziploc bags filled with them to take to my Grandpa.

Christina is finally feeling better today so I get to spend time with her and Aydan.....finally!
Yes Mom, she still gets sick...constantly.

I know you wouldn't want me sad Mom and Dad, but it's really, really hard. Especially when I'm "home" where you're suppose to be. It is honestly the strangest/hardest feeling in the world to just drive by your street and not be stopping. I just pass through. Can anyone imagine that? Not being able to go back to where you grew up? your hometown? It's sad and I feel so horrible for my parents that they suffered this...