I was flying through my sun salutations. My breath was strong. My locks engaged. I started (silently) singing:
It's the eye of the tiger, it's the cream of the fight
Risin' up to the challenge of our rival
And the last known survivor stalks his prey in the night
And he's watchin' us all in the eye of the tiger
My warrior poses were so strong a tsunami couldn't have knocked me over. My yogic technique was unstoppable! Rawr!
Right as I was getting down to the floor Eevory woke up SCREAMING. It was her oh-my-god-you-have-betrayed-me, I-am-so-abandoned-in-my-crib cry.
I tried to occupy her next to my mat with some toys, but the energy was gone. So, it was a pretty short practice.
But when it was good, it was damn good!