I did it! I went to yoga. I've never been to a studio strictly for yoga before. This one had all kinds of contraptions and pillows and straps and whatnot. About ten minutes into class, my muscles were shaking and drops of sweat were dripping off my face... I am way out of shape. Having been a dancer (he he he), I have muscle memory that makes me think I can still push my body to do things it did three years ago. This is not the case, folks. I realized that while I was hanging upside down from a strap on the wall. But I bought a class card, so it looks like I'll be going twice a week for the next month.

All the yoga teachers I've ever had, including the one from last night, all share the same demeanor that I can only describe as motherly... I know that sounds strange, but I always leave class felling like I've had a therapy session and a glass of wine with Mom. Maybe that's why I like it.