I just didn't have it in me to post last night after I got home from yoga. It was a long day, I had to wear my corporate drag because of the State of the State address, and then I had a Women's Commission committee meeting at 5:30, which meant I had to go to the late yoga class.

Going to the late class was actually a good thing. Not only did I need it by the time 8:00 PM rolled around, but it was only an hour. It was kind of like a burst of adrenaline.

The theme of the class was contrast. When explained, I don't think contrast was quite the right word, but the concept was understood. The idea was to find something positive about asanas that you don't like or find challenging, or to find more challenges in asanas that you do like or find easy. There was something about the rain in there and deserts, but I'm afraid I slept all that away.

I think I'm getting to the point where I'm hooked. All through my hectic day yesterday, I kept looking forward with eager anticipation to class last night.

That's a lot healthier an addiction than when I tried (and failed miserably) to become an alcoholic a few years ago.

Labels: personal, yoga