Today I took a break at lunchtime and went to the gym for a yoga class, a proper one this time with poses with Sanskrit names. I have pretty much just one conclusion: Yoga is really, really hard! I was sweating and shaking and I’m sure I’ll be sore tomorrow.
Usually I camp out in the back of the room, but there’s an unfortunate pillar in the middle. I couldn’t see the instructor when I sat down, so I moved to the front in the hope to see her at least a little bit. The class has a mix of people, about half bendy, trim young women but there’s also a few middle-aged men and women, some older granola-lookin folks, and one or two fit-looking men. When I moved, I was in front of a fairly attractive, well-built guy– I was kind of mortified at first, but I got over it. I don’t know if he enjoyed the view, but whatever, I don’t do it for him. ;) After a few minutes I didn’t care anyway– I was too busy focusing on me to worry about what others thought!