Day 9 of 30 (or 60): Back in the Saddle!

The sun didn't start to rise until about half way through class!

Sunday, August 21, 2011
Alarm 5:15 A.M.  Oh my God, I'm actually going to do this.  I rolled out of bed (15 minutes later), made my coffee, grabbed my stuff, and headed down to my first 6 A.M. yoga class.

I was still bummed out that I missed yesterday, but I was super impressed that I was actually going to class this early.  By the time I arrived, I was wide awake and excited to be there.  The fact that I made myself go to bed at like 9:30 P.M. probably helped too.

There were five students total and I clearly was the novice.  I watched (even though you aren't supposed to) one of the instructors that I've never met, who was taking the class, glide into standing bow pose.  It was actually beautiful.  Every part of her was engaged, her form was perfect, I just stared on with envy.  Then looked back at my reflection and thought, oh boy, I have a ways to go!

I watched her do some of the extra floor poses (the teachers always do extras) and was moved once again by her ability.  My ability on the other hand, wasn't so good.  It may have been that I missed yesterday, or maybe it was because it was so early and my body just doesn't move that early in the morning, but I wasn't able to go as deeply into my poses as I could before.

On a lighter note, I had my first class with Mary, an awesome instructor, right up there with Zeb and Shannon.  She was also especially helpful in correcting my crap postures (everyone else was pretty much rocking it so the focus was on me).  It was almost as if I had my own personal yoga class.

After class I took a quick shower then drove over to work.  I felt energized and just plain good at first, but as the day wore on, I got sleepier and sleepier.  At one point, however, Maren texted me that Cherie (the instructor I watched gracefully move from pose to pose in my class) instructed her class and that she was awesome, so that made me happy.

By the time the work day was over, I was ready for bed, but had to go to my friend Nicole's going away party.  It was sad but fun, and my energy was restored.  Then it was a quick stop at the grocery store, a load of laundry, then preparations for the next day.

It was busy, but I was able to handle it, and I didn't feel like I wanted to shoot myself by the end of the night.  This is a good thing.  I was in bed by 11 P.M., and pumped for my next yoga class!  Woot!