The last few weeks I've been able to go to yoga at noon on Friday. The teacher is amazing, one of my favorites, and for several weeks I was able to fall into the following routine:
Monday: Yoga
Tuesday: Spin
Wednesday: Teach yoga
Thursday: Spin
Friday: Yoga
Saturday: Yoga
Sunday: Teach yoga
The most beautiful schedule ever. And, at least a little exercise every day, which I love. And my favorite kinds of exercise at that!
Today I sorely missed my noon yoga. Instead, at noon I was at the job, grading papers and tuning out the sounds of my colleagues and the environment. I spent about fifteen minutes imagining myself in class, breathing and moving from posture to posture. It helped, but it wasn't quite the same.
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