You guessed it, Tuesday was another yoga day! Are you beginning to see a pattern?
This time, there were two people in class, like last week. Hopefully, since there keeps being more than one person, that means the class isn't about to be canceled. Which, apparently, it almost was, but Ms. Yoga Teacher saved the class from extinction JUST FOR ME! (Or maybe she just likes doing yoga at 6:30 on Tuesday mornings, and I need to write a 500-word essay entitled The World Does Not Actually Revolve Around Jessi. But, like I said, I don't really do fiction.)
We didn't try anything unusual yesterday, so I didn't fall over. But still, I had fun. Honestly, before I left for the gym, the only thing I was in the mood for was sleep and Dove dark chocolate. Completely uninterested in leaving the house. So I didn't do very well in class. Physically, I was unbalanced and shaky, and mentally, I was...unbalanced and shaky. But! I went, I tried, and I was happy to be there.
And you know how when you're taking lessons for something, you're supposed to practice at home what you're paying them to teach you? Well, I did practice yoga this past weekend. Once. So now, including that one time I wandered around the house for 15 minutes and practiced for 5, I've practiced twice. I've always been a fantastic student when it comes to practicing things at home, right, mom? Remember the hours and hours I spent practicing piano, voice, and guitar? No? Weird.
The practice was good and gave me a sense of accomplishment. Later, when I was showing off my skillz to Joe, he wanted to try Headstand against the wall, too. I showed him the proper way to do it (well...proper as I remembered it, anyway,) gave him some warnings about neck injuries, and off he went! And did it! Hooray! We're lucky we didn't kick holes in the wall! I'd draw a picture for you, but there's a disaster I need to go take care of.
Laundry mountain. It's erupting.
This time, there were two people in class, like last week. Hopefully, since there keeps being more than one person, that means the class isn't about to be canceled. Which, apparently, it almost was, but Ms. Yoga Teacher saved the class from extinction JUST FOR ME! (Or maybe she just likes doing yoga at 6:30 on Tuesday mornings, and I need to write a 500-word essay entitled The World Does Not Actually Revolve Around Jessi. But, like I said, I don't really do fiction.)
We didn't try anything unusual yesterday, so I didn't fall over. But still, I had fun. Honestly, before I left for the gym, the only thing I was in the mood for was sleep and Dove dark chocolate. Completely uninterested in leaving the house. So I didn't do very well in class. Physically, I was unbalanced and shaky, and mentally, I was...unbalanced and shaky. But! I went, I tried, and I was happy to be there.
And you know how when you're taking lessons for something, you're supposed to practice at home what you're paying them to teach you? Well, I did practice yoga this past weekend. Once. So now, including that one time I wandered around the house for 15 minutes and practiced for 5, I've practiced twice. I've always been a fantastic student when it comes to practicing things at home, right, mom? Remember the hours and hours I spent practicing piano, voice, and guitar? No? Weird.
The practice was good and gave me a sense of accomplishment. Later, when I was showing off my skillz to Joe, he wanted to try Headstand against the wall, too. I showed him the proper way to do it (well...proper as I remembered it, anyway,) gave him some warnings about neck injuries, and off he went! And did it! Hooray! We're lucky we didn't kick holes in the wall! I'd draw a picture for you, but there's a disaster I need to go take care of.
Laundry mountain. It's erupting.
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