Yesterday I went to YogaYoga.
If you look back through my historical posts you’ll realize that for quite a while I was a regular attendee of an Iyengar class in Mountain View. At the time I wasn’t working as well as I am now, I wasn’t learning as much as I am now, and I certainly wasn’t in an excellent relationship.
To this end, it was easy to appear twice weekly at yoga and go to the gym thrice a week.
But as those aforementioned aspects improved, my energy / time for attending yoga simply seems to have dried up. To wit, I’m in pretty poor shape.
Having moved out of the Bay and having some time available, I decided to get back into yoga. It was a good activity that had many, many benefits. So, yesterday was my first day and I took a class in Kundalini yoga.
It was definitely different from the Iyengar-style class I was taking in Mountain View, but I can’t say that my muscles aren’t sore today.
I’m also doing an early-in, early-out work shift since I moved. So, I leave work around 4:15, head to the studio, do my class, hang out and dodge traffic, and then head home.
I’m a bit loath to type this because I dread the “Oh crap, I blew it” confession I would have to make, but I’ve committed to 40 days of daily yoga. Whew. I’m hoping to uncoil my bound up hamstrings and get some strength in my back.
I’m a bit daunted by the idea of doing something physical for 40 days in a row. What if i want to lay around and eat donuts? I guess this decision means that I have to choose between a comforter and a bear claw and uttitha parsvakonasasna. It’s sorta sad and embarassing that I’m intimidated by the idea of sweating for 70 minutes a day.
So, the first step has been, uh, stepped. Today I’m taking a Hatha Style class. Hatha is more physical and stretchy. I’ll be pancake batter tonight.
- glorp *
If you are at Yoga Yoga by Westgate/Central Market, you are a block from the dwellings of Steanso and CrackBass.
Actually I’m doing the classes at the facilities a bit more north: Anderson (MWF) and Bunet at Mopac (TTh).
Sure. I know the area. I guess the big “return to Texas question” is: have you taken Lauren to Luby’s yet? How can she say she’s living in Texas if you haven’t walked her through the Luby’s line?
Negative. I hate Luby’s.
In a town full of catchy cafés, why in God’s good name would I want to go to a cafeteria?
Because any God-fearing Texian knows that Luby’s is the mother’s milk of all Texans. It’s not so much the food as the shared experience all Texans must have of standing in line at Luby’s and selecting the fried okra. Once Lauren has done this, she will have taken her first steps toward Texan-ship.
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