Last week, I attended a yoga class. Meet my new yoga mat:
Confession: It was my first yoga class in maybe 5 or 6 years. (I'm sorry body. I suck. I know.)
I was once a regular but then, I joined a gym and felt stupid paying for outside classes when I had a gym membership. Then the gym yoga classes stopped aligning with my schedule. I purchased a set of yoga DVDs and never made it past the first one. I've since quit the gym (yes!) and became a full time couch slug. Lord I'm good at that.
Then, on my last birthday, I told myself I needed to be more active. Do things I love. And I believed me. I kind of loved yoga back when I was young and limber. Maybe I can love it again?
I'm returning to the same class tonight. 2nd dates are usually a little less awkward than the first, right? A little less painful?