makes me slippery like a fish*

i've decided to go back to the gym on a regular basis again. i'd like it to stick this time. i tried running outdoors, and honestly, that was not so much working for me.

however, on a treadmill, i can set a more realistic pace and stick to it. even better, on an elliptical trainer, my feet muscles don't cramp up. anyhow, i've also been arsed to get out of bed and go to 5:45 am yoga twice a week.

the nice thing about the 24 hour fitness in my town, is that it has the best yoga instructor i've ever had. she's a yoga teacher full time - she's who i first started studying under 5 years ago. she teaches there, she teaches at fancy yoga studios. she's willing to stand on me to help me push my poses farther. in fact, i was able to do scissors again for the first time in, oh, 3 years?

i love her early morning classes because of their pace, and how it makes me feel during and afterward. she's been known to play cat stevens for the whole hour.

however.

and you knew there'd be one.

today's class blew. why? i mean, i worked hard. i opened my hips. i never fell to my knees during crocodile. i held standing T for longer than i usually do.

but she played Easy Listening Jazz for the whole. hour.


*okay, sickos. that's a line from oingo boingo's "sweat." and it's the concept of sweat that makes you slippery, like a fish.