I’m beyond your peripheral vision,
so you might want to turn your head
The karate class was a flop. Kids down to 4 years old. I was the oldest one there by a year. There were two others that I would consider “adults,” and the class ran to 35 bodies. Further, there was one black belt, and he was teaching. He enlisted the three brown belts to help him ride herd on the kiddies. This school has nothing for me. The lead instructor isn’t even to the level of the senior instructors at my present school. If it were just him and me, we might learn from each other … but that won’t happen because he has a job to do … teaching the kids. The junior instructor tried to stay late and get me to show him some moves. Seriously. I’m there in my sweat pants, about to leave because the class wasn’t up to even my limited standards, and he’s asking about why I move like *this* rather than like *that*.
Even in terms of general fitness: Not so much. I can do push-ups, sit-ups, and front kicks in my hotel room … and not want to purell the crap out of my hands afterwards.
Yoga, however was pretty sweet. I went to karate from 6 to 7, then decided to make up for it with the 7:30 to 9 intermediate Vinyassa yoga class next door. Turns out that I’ve picked something up at the local yoga school. I survived the intermediate class with flying colors, and even managed to achieve a nice calm and centered state of mind. The instructor was very hands on, walking around to adjust alignments and posture … which helps me. You can say “lift your tailbone,” all you want. Sometimes you just need someone to move you in the correct direction. The best part was during “Savasana.” This is the “lay flat on your back and relax” part at the end of the class. We put blankets over ourselves (to prevent chill), shut our eyes and relaxed.
As usual, my mind began to wander. I was just settling into a fairly deep relaxation when I felt unexpected hands on the sides of my head. She gently but firmly straightened my head, and added about a quarter inch to the stretch of my neck. Crrrrunch, all the way down my back, poppity crunchity snap. I just about wept from raw bliss.
Here’s some information you don’t need: I can tell that my diet is off, because I could smell myself while I was exercising. How nasty is that?
Followed up my three hour exercise session with a nice big salad at the Dogfish Head Brewpub, and now it’s off to bed.
Tattoo in T-minus two days, and I’ve got a damn fine mix CD for the rev_e challenge.
God help you if you are an ugly girl
course too pretty is also your doom
cause everyone harbors a secret hatred
for the prettiest girl in the room
and god help you if you are a pheonix
and you dare to rise up from the ash
a thousand eyes will smolder with jealousy
while you are just flying
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