I had my "plyoga" class today. Those are always rough. Because it's plyoga. It's been two weeks since my last class of any sort. And that was a different class because of some mundane foul-ups. So it's been three weeks since my last plyoga class. Ouch.

When I say I did plyoga, I mean I did my best approximation of plyoga with lots of faltering. But I'm getting benefit from it as attested by all the panting, aching muscles, and sweat on the floor (ew).

And when I say ouch, I mean whimper.

The important and gratifying thing is that I did it. Hooray for micro-awesomeness.