OK, in light of my recent episode with hives and steroids, and my vow to spend this month getting a little stronger each day, I tried a push-up this morning. I’ve never been a big push-upper, but I’ve always had strong arms and so I thought that it might be a good way to strengthen my arms without worrying about going to a gym or buying equipment. This morning I tried one. I made it halfway and I got stuck with my face in the carpet. Which needs a good vacuum. I’m going to revise that goal and try to do ten each day for the next couple of days, but standing upright, against the wall. See how that goes. The good news is I’ve found a nearby yoga class Thursday nights after work at the YWCAs of the Tonawandas on Tremont Street. Even better, it’s taught by a woman I wrote about last year who also does “healing drumming,” classes.  I saw her do a drumming session at DeGraff senior day care center and she practically brought the house down. Really looking forward to resuming yoga. I remember how great I felt in the couple years where I practiced yoga regularly. I’ll be starting up again two days from now. I feel better already.