Memorial Monday

I did not realize today was Memorial Day at the end of yoga on Friday. So, when I said farewell to my students I said a hearty, 'see you on Monday.' Autumn told me yesterday that the teachers who have taught this class before me cancel the class on holidays.

Yeah, it would have been nice to know that.

But instead I hauled my ass up at 5 and got down to the studio at 5:45AM to wait for no one. I didn't even unpack my mat. I did put music on and danced around a bit, but I knew that I would leave at 6:05AM.

Which I did.

So instead of feeling centered and stretched when I came home, I just felt disappointed and tired. I fell back into bed with my jacket on and called my parents. I mean heck it was 6:30AM and I was still on Evening and Weekend minutes. My mother was surprised when I called her. But we spoke for a bit and then I got up, heated my coffee, made some breakfast and wrote my morning pages. IN THE MORNING!

I guess I was disappointed because I really wanted to play with dedicating my practice to someone else. Someone that could not practice yoga for any reason. I was not sure who I would have selected, but it would have been an interesting practice. For our Artist Dates this week I challenged my sacred circlers to pick a date for another. Jenny was great and picked either an event with these people or do a dance audition. The former takes time and you have to speak to advisor before you register. Too much hassle. The latter I could not find. Since I am no longer a member of Dancers Group, I cannot access the local auditions. I tried to see using Anne's user ID, but I couldn't find any. So, Jenny gave me a different challenge - take a cooking class. I looked at various classes in the East Bay and SF and there are none this week. Okay, there was one tomorrow, but I emailed the head of it and have not heard back. And gosh, they are expensive. So, as a last resort she challenged me to take a yoga class in a style that I don't normally take.

Enter the Monkeys.

By Grand Lake there is a studio called Monkey Yoga Shala. It's a mix of yoga, dance, and martial arts. And yes, it's hot. Or at least warm. It's kind of a cult or at least most everyone there knew the routine and while we were encouraged not to measure ourselves against anyone else, there definitely felt like a bit of posturing was going on.

While I teach that using your breath fully and deeply will keep you from getting sore, Tim encouraged the sore. Saying that some of it was good for a few days. I am not sure I believe that, but after an ass whoopin' I will certainly feel sore tomorrow. I gua-ran-tee. And I didn't even think to dedicate my practice to anyone. I just needed to keep up.

The best deal was $20 for unlimited classes for the next 2 weeks. So, I will be back. Crusin' for a brusin' they say.

Thursday morning.

Why yes, I'm grateful!
1. looking good at 40!
2. living in a nice neighborhood
3. shrimp on sale at Safeway!
4. chilled pinot grigio
5. an almost completed set list for my cabaret.