Class #10: I Had An Unfortunate Outfit On

But fortunately, that was the worst thing about the class. (And the leggings have now become bedtime-only, since when wet, they weigh about 67 pounds and give me a cameltoe, to put it bluntly.)

Another lovely class; I was exhausted all day today, just feeling very down--and some self-caused financial woes didn't help. I napped, sat out on the patio, listened to a favorite personal growth podcast, journaled a wee bit, and was basically a lazy bum who doesn't take enough advantage of the sunshine-y loveliness of San Diego.

But around 3, I started to perk up--yoga! in 1 hour!--and by the time I got to the studio, I was genuinely excited.

I think it's Camel. I've done both sets, two days in a row now, and I am positively giggling when I get out of it. I'm still clinging to some residual habits of mind--oh, I'm going to be scared, oh, I'm not going to like this--but once the instructor had me switch my handhold around, it felt much more open, much faster.

So, yeah, now I like it. And I like this new studio. It's less hardcore; the dialogue is the same, and the heat is the same, but there's a more laidback feel to it that I like--and plus, the class is about 1/2 as big, so the instructors actually use people's names, and getting corrections happens a lot more often. I'm using up a free week pass, and then we'll see. I'm thinking about going all the way and getting a month pass. Shut your mouth, I know, but really: I think I like this stuff. I think I am positively addicted to this yoga. I think I like giggling in Camel. I think it's helping a revolution inside myself that I had stopped believing was possible. So I try not to jinx myself--maybe I should just continue to pay drop-in rates, because every time I ever joined a gym, I stopped going after the 3rd day....maybe I shouldn't invest in a monthly pass, because what if I get really busy at school and then don't go and then I'll feel bad and then I'll feel guilty and then I'll be right back where I started....

And so on.

Which is so NOT the thinking of 20-Amen, right?

So we'll see. Again, I think: well, I'm definitely in for tomorrow. Tomorrow, I'll pack my bag, chug some water, head to school and get the weekend work done. And then, I'll drive down Gennessee, getting more and more excited. Maybe tomorrow, I'll find myself giggling in Camel again.

Who knows?