Apparently, I’m doing something wrong.
Mike and I have dedicated ourselves to losing the baby weight and getting back in shape. He’s running, I’m doing yoga.
So the thing with yoga is I’ve been doing it for years. Since 1999. So I can totally bend in funny ways and have fun with challenging poses. And I’m a very respectful yogini. I strictly follow yoga etiquette.
I went to this yoga class at my gym last weekend. No mommy guilt. It was great! Only the class was not so great. It was freezing in the studio. The studio was filthy, so dirty my mat kept slipping on the floor. People were wearing jeans (yes, jeans to class) and shoes in the studio. Let’s stop there for a second. Dude, really shoes in the studio? Then there were the loud talkers inside the studio. Yes, I’m a bitch and I shushed them. And the final jab came when I was trying to meditate and late comers started slapping their mats on the floor. I was so cold and sad at that point that I nearly left and the class hadn’t even started yet.
Last night I was so excited to attend a class at a real studio. I left my boys, this time with a little mommy guilt, and headed to the studio nearly 45 minutes early to get a good spot and get centered from a very hectic day. Only I mixed up the times. The 7pm class I was signed up for actually started at 6pm and I screwed the pooch on it completely.
I drove home. Had a rather large glass of Malbec and a pot pie. #Fail
Here it is and what I need to work on: the whole point is to center, relax, get in a workout and not worry about stupid shit. Instead, I’m bitching about bad etiquette and then missing classes because I’m so overwhelmed in life I can’t keep times straight.
Parents, friends, blog readers, I come to you for suggestions. How do I let go while getting a grasp on things? Seriously, help.