Guess who got in trouble at yoga tonight????
In January, I practiced 31 times in 31 day. But I counted Advanced, workshops, and home practice too.
If February, I decided I needed to take 28 CLASSES in 28 days. Today, I took 4:30, which put me at 25 classes on the 26th day…. I just HAD to stay for the 6:30, even though I was tired. My shoulders decided they were D.O.N.E doing yoga, by the breathing. By half moon, I realized that I was absolutely spent. I skipped 2nd set awkward and all of eagle, busted out some awesome standing head to knee (I am in LOVE with this posture right now!) and standing bow, even took on my nemesis the freaking stick. I LOATHE stick. I skipped triangle. And did most of the floor series. But none of it was for the love of yoga. It was for the love of bones and burning calories.
After class, the teacher was like “what was that!??? Tomorrow please show up prepared. You know how this works, water, electrolytes, food”
I’m negative again today. But not as much. And it was a battle, in the extreme. Small win… Maybe?