Yawning at yoga

I was very, very tired yesterday.  So tired that I was considering just blowing off yoga class.  I had already missed the past two weeks so I felt like I really should go.  Class doesn’t start till 6 so I drove there right after work and just reclined the seat in the Tacoma and closed my eyes for a half hour.

For whatever reason the class was lightly attended, I think there were only a total of six people there, including myself.  I was the only male in the room.

This class usually starts and ends with things like chanting, meditation and reading.   This is something I didn’t look for when I started yoga.  I was more interested in the tangible benefits like greater flexibility and strength.  However I have come to enjoy the non-physical aspects of the class as well, not because it has offered me any dramatic spiritual awakening, it just feels good.

I really like the woman that runs this particular class, she is also the owner of the studio.  She has such a good and positive energy, it’s nearly impossible to walk out of the class not feeling better then when you walked  in.

In most yoga poses, especially anything that involves hip, shoulder or knee flexibility I am woefully behind everyone else in the class but it is no big deal. The only stuff I can hold my own at are hand balancing/strength holds. I am making slow progress in the other stuff which is all I am looking for.

When I got home I fought the urge to just nuke a quick dinner, instead baking tilipia in the oven and backing that up with some broccoli made on the stove top.

I was thinking I am going to need to get instructions from either my mom or Ali on how to make my favorite chocolate cake.  If someone bakes me chocolate cake I get to enjoy it for a week.  If I learn how to bake it myself I get to enjoy it for a lifetime.