During this beautiful, if a little too humid, day, I stayed inside and worked. I can see the end of the book now (two troublesome chapters notwithstanding) and hope it will be done before my friend Jenny comes for the weekend. I thought I might finish tonight but I did something more strenous and requiring more courage--I went to yoga.
A summer or two ago, I bought a yoga dvd and tried it for myself. I tied myself in knots, realized the limitations of my body and discovered it was really hard but seemed like it would be physically and emotionaly rewarding. My friend Shari is a yoga teacher and recommended I take a class. But I couldn't find one in Brooklyn and slowly my dvd gathered dust (it really was too difficult for a beginner). I recently discovered a yoga studio exists just a block from my apt. Classes are a mere $15, but I was scared of walking into a place where I knew nobody and possibly being so much worse than anybody else that I couldn't keep up.
Even though I was near finishing the corrections on a chapter, I decided to go--I can type those corrections in later but can't go to yoga at 10 p.m. So I went and I'm really glad I did--sure I couldn't do everything and I nearly fell over with some poses, but other people weren't perfect either, and I feel so good inside and out. I'm going to try doing this twice a week.
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