Yoga

The truth is that when it comes to utilitarian/authoritarian/no nonsense yoga teachers vs. hippy/dippy/sunlight & moonbeams yoga teachers, I've decided I prefer the latter. Truly! If I'm going to be focusing on shakras, I'd rather be hearing about them from someone who talks about opening our hearts to compassion and love and how the light within her honors the light within all of us and all that jazz because it all just gets me way more into the mood. I still can't do many of the poses but it was nice last night to meet a tiny yoga man next to me who encouraged me and said that yoga comes back to you quickly. Yes, I thought, but only if one was there in the first place. Anyway, I'm sore but feel great after the class. I just collapsed into child's pose as the class held downward dog for five hundred years and then started lifting their legs into the air one at a time and then pulling them to their chests because I just could not hold those poses for that long. But other than that, I pulled most things off, including coming nose to nose with the tiny yoga man in prayer squat (close quarters; crowded class), which was semi-awkward. I was trying to breathe and balance and not fall over and there he was a centimeter from my face, hi. I averted my eyes and prayed while squatting for it to be over soon.

Meanwhile, I have come to terms with the fact that I think I have now seen every single episode of Reba.