I managed to drag myself into Manhattan yesterday morning to take a yoga class at the NYSC in Chelsea. Ellen, Ken & Harriet joined me. This was not like the laidback yoga classes I took while on vacation -- oiy. The funniest part of class was, however, when the instructor was attempting to tell Harriet how to do something, and his instruction was prefaced by, "first get the look of terror off your face". The whole class enjoyed that.

Yoga was followed by lunch and beer at a sports bar in the neighborhood.

I am very sore today.