Starting to resemble a pack mule heading to work these days.
Saturday-October 2, 2010
Left work exhausted. So tempted to go home and crash, but knew I needed my fellow yogis to get a good workout in. Actually went to tell the girl I was giving report to that we needed to get going cause I had a yoga class to get to.....nice I know. Hit warped speed on the the way to class so I could get a spot. Had to stop for gas and once again got it on my foot. Peachy.....not only do my feet smell like I have been up for 16 hours, now they have gas fumes on them. If I ever open my own studio a foot defunking station is a must. Texted my husband that I was on my way to yoga (yes, I confess I was driving when I did this) and he text back he was too. I was so happy.....now I would have someone to grunt with that I knew well. Got to the studio, changed, scrubbed my feet and went into the sauna room. Looked around and there was my beloved husband......in the front row......and had saved me a spot right next to him. FRONT ROW......is he nuts? Almost ran for the door, but he seemed very relaxed so I joined him. Apparently people knew my feet stunk so no other takers for the front row. I have to admit it was nice not to have people's rears or feet in my face but the front is for people who know what they are doing. Did the class okay. Attempted my first crow.....I think I got up in the pose for like a second. I still want to know how you do that weird sleestack breathing when your nose is stopped up. I tried to do it, but was fearful I would blow snot everywhere. Did my meditation/prayer/quite time both times today. Got to sleep and every got to squeeze in a quite dinner with the hubby. Had a glass of wine and by an hour later had a severe headache......confession......I attempted to cure my headache with a Rt 44 Diet Coke. It helped. Tomorrow is a new day. My name is Jill Tackett.....and I am a Diet Coke addict. They say admitting you have a problem is the first step.
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