Last night, I went to a Body Mantra movement class, like I do every Wednesday evening. I have to say, my movement was much bigger and felt much more solid, even on one foot. Am I building strength? I think so.
Today, I woke up at 5:30 and almost went to a level 2 class, but thought better of it after I considered my history of overdoing stuff and injuring myself. Instead, I went to a slower class. I'd like to say that I floated out of the building with that yoga-y, dewy-eyed bliss. But that would be a lie. I left feeling vaguely unsatisfied. I don't blame the teacher, though having been a movement teacher I certainly feel like I could. I'm thinking a great dinner with my fella and a good night's sleep will do the trick.
What happened: I wanted more.