Mind of crystal, body of taffy
Last night I had my first yoga class since my last teacher closed her studio in February. It felt sooo good to stretch and breathe again.
This class is a mixed bag of advantages and disadvantages. The best part of it is that it's at my in-laws' church, about half a mile from the house. With the short drive, I have time before class to guide Snurf with her homework and get home in time to read her a bedtime story. The disadvantage is the actual room. I was spoiled by the in-home studio of my last class. This one is on linoleum floor, in a room used as the town's senior center by day. Surrounded by the dust from shoes and the crumbs of lunch, my mat is more of a sanctuary than ever. It makes me squirm thinking about it.
Despite my grumbling, I smiled continuously as I stretched. My body let me know that it had been too long. My body remembered where it should be in a pose, but along the way my muscles chimed in with "but you're not getting there tonight!" We'll see how sore I feel later today.