Divisions and Precisions

Streeeeeeetch...

I finally managed to try out my t'ai chi videotape this morning. Oh my god. I remembered why I loved it so much when I took the class. It felt so good to move and stretch and breathe. It didn't feel like exercise. I didn't sweat, I didn't hurt, I didn't curse my birth. Yeah, I know it's not aerobic and all that, but for someone who's been an inactive lump for years, this is a good place to start, especially combined with my occasional morning walks. I've turned into a giant rusty machine, and this morning I felt like I was scraping off some of the rust.