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Yeah, yeah, it’s slow at work this week. No one’s here. It’s quite nice. I am actually getting stuff done. Enough so that I can even reply to threads on the discussion board we have set up about the future of work (Shifting workforce demographics! The needs of the Gen Yers! Retaining workers! Woohoo!). I also have time to look at blog stats.

Okay, everyone, knock it off with the “Dansko ugly” and “horrible Dansko” keyword searches! It gives me a bit of a complex, particularly since I have worn NOTHING but my Danskos since I purchased the first pair back at the beginning of August. Actually, now that I think of it, I did wear a pair of high heels for the Board presentation, but that is just one day since August. So it’s been 5 months of footie bliss.

And more to come. I recently increased my collection (black Sonjas, brown Ingrids) with a new pair of black Pitas. Oh, they are lovely. Wintery and wonderful. I wish they were spelled “Pitta,” though, so I would know that they were intended to be worn on angry days. As it stands, I am perplexed by the idea that they are somehow related to flat bread.

Anyhow, gaze upon them and quit keywording “Dansko” and “ugly” together.

Serratus anterior. I think that’s what’s aching today. And I’m happy about it. The pain was brought on by some extra help in urdhva dhanurasana for the past couple of days. The Cop has been adjusting. He sits between my feet and uses his foot to puuuuuush my upper body toward the wall.

So this morning, as I raised my arms in the first surya, I felt what I am figuring are my serratus anterior muscles. Owie. My biceps feel tight, too, when I lift my hands over my head, so maybe it’s all loosening up. It’s actually kind of funny: I bemoan the tightness in my shoulders/upper back, but when I think back I remember my first few yoga classes. And how I couldn’t lift my arms over my head even a little bit gracefully. Seriously. Damn weightlifting.

I still feel uncomfortable in utkatasana and virabhadrasana A, which makes me feel silly — shouldn’t lifting your arms straight over your head be pretty much the simplest thing in the world? Ah well.