Yesterday I taught my first yoga class of the new year. I won’t include last Wednesday’s class, when I arrived at the gym, put on some zen music, lay down on the floor and woke up fifteen minutes later with no students in the class. I made the executive decision to bail at that point, then found out classes didn’t actually begin until this Wednesday. But hey, on the upside, I had a great nap.
But I digress. Yesterday’s class was in slight jeopardy, due to some unforseen carpet cleaning leaving the room we usually work in with wet and chemically scented carpet. Not very relaxing. But we’re in the middle of a gorgeous summer, and yesterday afternoon was perfect for alfresco yoga under the fig trees, in the middle of Miss M’s school kitchen garden. So gorgeous I don’t ever want to teach inside again.
Salute to the Sun takes on a whole new dimension when you really salute the very sun in the title of the pose. The only downside was I got slightly sunburned, having allowed myself to become drugged by vitamin D, and leaving my fabulous (stinky) invisible zinc at home, but next week, I’ll be covered in sunscreen, and wishing for another perfect day.
Notice how I’ve skirted around the issue of not posting for at least a month? Cunning, huh? I’m also doing that same skirting around making any new year’s resolutions, or rash, hasty promises of continuous blogging, since one thing I learned about myself last year is that I’m far too quick to expect myself to do the unsustainable, so this year, that’s going to change. Does that count as a resolution? But I feel good about having broken the new year’s posting ice - and when I’m a little more organised and routine oriented, I’ll hopefully have some hilarious antics to report upon, but until then, life is great.