In an effort to build discipline, which I sorely lack, I decided I'm going to post here daily instead of weekly.
Today's class: Hot Power Fusion. I was really looking forward to getting all sweaty and slide-y this morning, and I certainly did. My expectation was that it would be a power flow class, where you kind of do yoga calisthenics for an hour. Imagine my surprise when the instructor led us through a series of balance poses instead. Tree, one-legged tree, eagle, flying eagle, dancer, etc., etc. I was still adequately slippery, no question about it. But I kept wishing it were different. Yeah, I know, what's the point in that, right? I am clearly no yogi yet.
What happened: I realized that regardless of whether a class met my expectations, I'm still glad I went.
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