Salads and yoga and snow! What a splendiferous combination!

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New Ru-rule: I am not allowed to have salads unless I am near a restroom for the next few hours or am not planning on going anywhere significant for a while. I dunno what it is, but if I eat a salad it's almost guaranteed that I'll have an uproarious stomach within the next couple of hours. This makes me a sad Ru, because there are times when I simply *want* a salad, if nothing else then because they can be oh-so-good. Like there was this one time, when my family and I went to Gettysburg for the weekend, that my mum and I were wandering about the town, and found this neat little restaurant that was in the basement of this house. I ordered this salad that came with big tomato pieces and egg and tuna salad and this awesome homemade dressing and it was the best. Salad. Ever. If we ever happen to go back up there, I would love to get it again, but I dunno that I'll be able to or not. ;_;

I think it's the lettuce that gets me. So maybe if I have salads without copious amounts of lettuce(because I can handle a little lettuce, like on sandwiches and things), then maybe I'd be okay. Or maybe it's a certain type of lettuce. I suspect iceberg lettuce might be the culprit, so maybe if I have a salad with spinach or something, maybe I'd be okay. Can collard greens be eaten raw? I wonder how that would taste with a salad.


In other news, today's yoga subject seemed to be "Twist the Hell Out of Your Back". We were doing tons of bizarre twists and things today. There was one in particular that I wish I could find a picture of to show you all, because it is INSANE. The moment our instructor mentioned that the objective of the pose is to get your left armpit over your right knee, with the back of your head resting on the ground, and then proceeded to show us, I went "O_O My body will NOT do that!". But, much to my surprise, I think I did okay with it. Maybe with a little practice I can get to the point where I can grab my heel and get the hand sticking up in the air to be touching the mat. Maybe.

Still though, I think I enjoy the class. My back actually felt pretty nice afterwards (of course, that was before I slung my backpack onto it and proceeded to race across campus for my next class). I think that after I get a job and a car and actually get a little spending money and am somewhat in a stable routine, I might try to enroll in a local yoga class.

They say there will be flurries tonight. And the daylilies and the magnolia back home are poking up out of the ground in total "It's spring!!!" mode. Oh *please* don't die my little green ones. ;_;