So it's Wednesday. You know what that means - wait, you don't know what that means? Oh. Well, it means that I had yoga class this evening. I've been going for a few weeks now and have immensely enjoyed every session - except this one. From the moment the lights went out and we took our three cleansing breaths, my mind was going a mile-a-minute and I just couldn't focus. I was thinking about work, my Jillian Michaels workout I was going to do after, my stomach grumbling, and how I could smell peaches. I had gone tanning right before I class and the lotion I use has a subtle fruity peach smell that isn't exactly my favorite. I don't like peach scented things - they're never quite right. I do like to eat peaches, though. And peach yogurt. Especially the Georgia Peach frozen yogurt at Sweet Cece's. Wow. There I go again. This is exactly what I was dealing with during yoga. I imagine it's how Darcy feels a lot - especially when she's trying to learn new tricks. Totally ADD and a lot of "Ooo, shiny."
It seemed like I was totally off-balance through the whole class and was constantly telling myself to focus on the poses and get them right, gosh darn it. It didn't work and when we left I really felt no better than I did when we walked in. I guess I'm bound to have off days but I'm a perfectionist and don't like sub-par performances. Hopefully next week will be better. Are the brooms still standing? Maybe that's the problem.
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