it was an intermediate level class. i am clearly a beginner. threw on a striking distance shirt and these old navy pants that i somehow inherited from katy after crashing at her mom's place once forever ago. sat in the way back, next to lorie. watched her like a hawk to make sure i wasn't totally screwing up the moves.
i did ok. my muscles were still really, really sore from personal training two days before. and my knee was a massive bruise from falling over with a medicine ball doing some crazy lunge thing. i can bruise from someone looking at me wrong, so it wasn't too alarming.
a coworker who's addicted to yoga warned me that it's really intense and a lot of people cry. i figured the only crying i'd be doing was if i pulled a muscle. but i'm still pretty flexible, despite how out of shape i let myself get.
the instructor's voice was really soothing. at times i could barely hear him. things that he said resonated with me in a way they wouldn't have 6 months or a year ago.
"live life voraciously" was my favorite.
for l.p.b.
my own personal guru.
"truth has been spoken for all mankind
and if you search for peace then you can find"
went to see shelter play at the lost horizon on my 16th birthday. remember it stinking of incense. i was a bit taken aback by the whole thing. didn't really know anything about krishna. saw it as a cult. but one with music i really liked...
years later the shirt i sleep in is a moz hand-me-down from one of the members of the band. on my 16th birthday i would've gotten more of a kick out of that than i would've from being on that ridiculous "my super sweet 16" mtv show that all the kids love these days.
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