Will I Make It?

I took two nights off--one, the planned-on rest day, which was very nice, and after which I really wanted a class. So, Tuesday night, I'm driving to the studio, having accidentally (I think I was surfing the old Net-ski, or something totally useful like that) and get caught in traffic SoCal style. Which meant going about 15 feet every 5 minutes, and which meant I got all of half a mile closer to the studio before I officially missed class. Self, I said, that's fine, you really want to get to class, and you should. So, I planned on the 8:30--the class I knew they had because they had it the night before...right?

I head back out, all clothed, all watered, all ready, and I drive all the way back (which is not so far in SoCal terms, but it's long enough to make it an annoying waste of gas)...

And they only have the 8:30 class on Mondays and Wednesdays. Shit, to be totally blunt. Shit.

I was a little annoyed. The happy spot, she was not to be found. My own fault for not checking the schedule, but AAAAARRGGH.

Work, by the way, is impossibly difficult right now--it's finals, and everyone is stressed, teachers and students alike. Teachers are pissy because we have to grade 100+exams and write 100+ report cards and deal with 100+ stressed-out students, and students are stressed because they now have to be able to recall 9873 bits of information they're really never going to be called on to use again. I am not a fan of finals. And, major administrative drama takes place. And, it's just a long, long week in general by this point.

So you'll understand just how much I wanted to make the 6:30 class last night--and I did, by the skin of my teeth. I was peeling off my heels and tights practically as soon as I hit the door--threw on my bra and shorts as quickly as a human being ever has, and was the last person in the door.

God, it was nice. Two days off is too much, really. It was a hard class in a lot of ways--I hadn't eaten very much yesterday, and was really lightheaded by the middle of the floor series, and my balance was just off, and to be honest, I had a hard time getting out of my own head. But I was there, and I did yoga, and it was good.

I am going to try my best for the 8:!5 tonight, but it is my moontime, nudgenudgewinkwink, and I am crampy and sore. I know plenty of yoginis blaze right through, regardless, and I know I'll feel better....someone convince me...

(As soon as I typed that, my next door neighbor started blaring evil European techno. Yes, that will get me out the door.)