Getting there, inch by inch...

"Well Princess, it's about damn time you made it to yoga!" Princess has been sick for what I would conservatively call, forever, and has been unable to make it to yoga. Something about needing to be able to breath or something. I don't know, it's not just you Princess, but lately, I think I hear like every third word just about anyone says...

"Blah blah yoga blah blah dying blah blah need to breath blah blah

Anyhow, I'm happy you're back. If you don't know, I love the time I do get to spend with you, even if it is relatively little time and it's usually when we both have our bodies twisted into what could generously be called a demented pretzle.

So yeah, been doing pretty good on making it to yoga. And holy hell! I'm seeing improvements. Mostly pretty small ones, but enough to see them. I talked about this with Thursday last week at after the class she taught. I still have shitty balance most of the time, but, if I topple over one less time every third class, I'm happy.

Went to Monday's class last night. And maybe it's because she buttered me up before class by complimenting me on my yoga mat (which I love btw...) But it was a great class last night. Maybe it's just me, but I felt like she went through a lot more poses, and yes, there was some repetition, but there was a lot more variation in it as well. And she also added my most favorite pose of all time (even though I can only sometimes do it), crow. And not only did we do it once, but she had us do it twice!!!

God, I love feeling something of a sense of accomplishment in some aspect of my usually lazy-ass life!