Class #12, 8th in a row...

Yesterday, motivationally, was the hardest so far. I did not want to go to class. I was tired, it has been a long week, and all I wanted to do was go home and go to sleep and cuddle with my kitty cat, Ahab.

Well, I made it to class. I was parking and saw that one of my yoga buddies was parking too. I started feeling better and more optimistic. Then another yoga buddy walked up while we were waiting to go inside. Oh, thank you God for sending these people to class with me to help me make it through. I was still feeling tired but had higher hopes for a good class as I knew I would have good energy around me. Another mental obstacle I was facing was that a new-to-me teacher was teaching this particular class. I have never taken the Thursday night 7:00pm class before and although I always look forward to new styles and guidance I was worried about a new teacher on a night when I was already struggling.

So, it turns out I had one of my best classes ever. Go figure, right? Having my two yoga buddies next to and behind me REALLY helped but half the battle is just making it to class and I made it and made it through. Looking forward to class tonight and then to bed most likely! Happy Yoga everyone!