Oh, yesterday. You didn't make my attempt at yoga-ing my way to a healthier lifestyle any easier.
I rushed home after my 10 hour work day. To get there, I have to take a bus, the incline and then walk to my apartment. By the time I made it, I had seven minutes to change, get my yoga gear together and get moving. Needless to say, by the time I walked back to the incline and got to the bus stop, I'd missed the bus (the last bus that'd get me to the studio before class started). Or so I thought! With 15 minutes til class, another bus came! So I snagged it and made it to the Southside with 5 minutes before class and only a block between me and the studio. That's when I realized I didn't remember to bring a water bottle. Have you ever done hot yoga? I've only had "drippy sweat" three times in my life-these all happened at hot yoga! I had to rush in the opposite direction to grab a water bottle form Starbucks. I run back to the studio, try to kick off my shoes and spill my water...ALL OVER EVERYONES SHOES! By this point, I was losing my mind. I get upstairs, can't find paper towels, find the instructor, splash water in her face while trying to explain what happened and she offers to clean it up for me. Okay, one point for you universe. I rushed to set up my mat and happen to unknowingly position myself right next to the founder of Amazing Yoga... I then proceeded to fail miserably for the next hour and a half. Apparently running around like a crazy person for 12 hours before yoga, puts my mind in a funky place, thus effecting my yogi abilities. I leave class the sweatiest, hot mess I've ever been and run into my ex-boyfriend on the street. Babble with flustered-ness and run. Universe, I retract any points you may have earned for the last week! Blah blah blah, it takes me another hour and a half to get home (did I mention my apartment is only 2 miles from the studio!): get change for bus, find place to pick up dinner, wait 30 minutes for take out, wait 30 minutes for bus, take bus/incline/walk to apartment. Collapse!
While I could revel in the yogi misery that was yesterday-and don't let me pretend I didn't for a few minutes-that negative thinking wasn't going to get me anywhere! What could I focus on? I work in a cool penthouse office downtown, 10 hours of work yields a nice chunk of money, I got to live the urban lifestyle-taking a bus to a swanky yoga class, got to eat Nakama take out-something I could eat for every meal, I ran into an old friend-despite the idiocy that ensued, it's always good to see people are well, made it home in time to shower with my new shampoo and read a couple of pages from my current book before passing out. Also, despite somehow rocking yoga the first two times and then failing miserably the third, I dragged my butt down there and have made significant strides in creating a healthy habit. That's awesome!
All in all, it takes one bright bud of a thought, to turn a dreary bush around.
To starting somewhere,