downward dawg

i did another yoga class last night at our church. i’m not sure if i can still go back there after all the nasty things i was thinking during yoga. like, ‘are you bleep-ing kidding me? you want me to do what?’ and other colorful thoughts. kerry, my instructor is sweet and kind and smart and hopefully can’t read minds.

another issue i have with yoga is the little personal music that always wants to play when your innerds are being squished and manipulated about. just trying to keep that silent is a workout.

over and out.