alonewiththemoon | (no subject)

Such an odd yoga class I just had. We had a substitute teacher, and at first i thought she was taking things at a way too basic level for us. But of course, I soon found/remembered that sometimes with yoga the simplest things are the most difficult, if you throw your whole mind and body into it. So in some respects it was good, but in other respects--we did a lot of work with folding chairs, and I think I pinched something in my upper back doing that backbendy legs through the back of the chair thing, plus we hadn't been doing any breath work at all, so my lungs and diaphragm weren't really prepared to breathe upside down and stretched out. I got value out of the class, for sure, particularly with some pointers about creating space in your knees, but all in all, I'm not entirely sure what I thought. It was kind of like that rosemary-infused gin gimlet I had at Tryst earlier in the week. I *think* I liked it, but I'm not sure that I didn't also dislike it.

I put my yoga mat in the washing machine. I'm a little afraid to look at the results...