Dec. 15th, 2010 09:53 am
Yoga: Day 2
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mizarchivistWorlds better.
The bus was only 7 minutes late, making me 10 minutes early.
I was able to talk to the (other) instructor and let her know my limitations
The class size was a teeny bit smaller and the instructor spent a great deal of time walking around and helping the n00bs improve their poses
Mom and Aunt Leslie being the yoga queens they are, I am familiar with a lot of stuff, but don't necessarily have the exactness of a practitioner. However, the poses we were doing this morning reminded me entirely of the ones I used to do as a very small person, which was sort of what I wanted in the first place. I think I'll try Monday again just to have a more balanced experience.
There were stupid-T tricks when I got out. The platform at Davis was overrun. And there's crepes just a few steps outside the station! I do not think I can indulge in a $9 breakfast every time I go to yoga, but it was very nice to sit on the platform and have breakfast and not force myself to be a sardine.
So now I have to decide what the devil to do about a yoga mat. They do have them there, but it's a give-them-a-dollar situation, which adds up. There's the option of leaving one there, but it looks to be for the people who are monthly members, which at this stage I'm not committing to and maintaining a gym membership. However, hauling a yoga mat around back n' forth feels even worse than carrying around a gym towel and workout clothes. Maybe I need to get over it? I wonder if I fold it instead of roll it that I could get it under control. The plight of the carless again is a PITA. I'm not a pack horse I am a free (wo)man! [ /bad Prisoner reference ]
The bus was only 7 minutes late, making me 10 minutes early.
I was able to talk to the (other) instructor and let her know my limitations
The class size was a teeny bit smaller and the instructor spent a great deal of time walking around and helping the n00bs improve their poses
Mom and Aunt Leslie being the yoga queens they are, I am familiar with a lot of stuff, but don't necessarily have the exactness of a practitioner. However, the poses we were doing this morning reminded me entirely of the ones I used to do as a very small person, which was sort of what I wanted in the first place. I think I'll try Monday again just to have a more balanced experience.
There were stupid-T tricks when I got out. The platform at Davis was overrun. And there's crepes just a few steps outside the station! I do not think I can indulge in a $9 breakfast every time I go to yoga, but it was very nice to sit on the platform and have breakfast and not force myself to be a sardine.
So now I have to decide what the devil to do about a yoga mat. They do have them there, but it's a give-them-a-dollar situation, which adds up. There's the option of leaving one there, but it looks to be for the people who are monthly members, which at this stage I'm not committing to and maintaining a gym membership. However, hauling a yoga mat around back n' forth feels even worse than carrying around a gym towel and workout clothes. Maybe I need to get over it? I wonder if I fold it instead of roll it that I could get it under control. The plight of the carless again is a PITA. I'm not a pack horse I am a free (wo)man! [ /bad Prisoner reference ]
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