I went on a six mile hike (almost 7) during yesterday’s moon day. It was not rugged terrain but uneven enough. By mid afternoon I was whimpering when I had to go upstairs or rise from my chair. I decided to do a 15 minute oil bath followed by a salt bath. Some relief, but it hurt to toss and turn like I do all night long. After a restless night and still very sore I decide to go for a 10:30 mixed level class which is really a half primary. Tough salutations but heat and sweat do wonders. As I am arranging myself in Padmasana, I look at my ankle and see what looks like a deer tick. I am convinced that I am still a prime candidate for any cult indoctrination, because I actually thought: Should I finish my 26 breaths or squeeze this mofo out right now? I started my slow breathing then called myself a bad word and started squeezing. It was a darn tick that I put on my towel to dispose of later and did Utpluthi. Good girl syndrome can really mess you bad.