I didn’t go to yoga last night. I went two Tuesdays ago for the first time in a year and a half, and it was great. I’m ready to get back into it. Really. Except that last Tuesday was the first day I tried Doug’s boxing class, and I was all-over achy (especially in my shoulders). Yoga has lots of shoulder work, and I hurt. I ran that morning, too, and three workouts in one day seemed excessive. Excuses? Sure. But I didn’t go. I was going to go last night, but then I didn’t, and now I feel like I let down the instructor, my yogamates, and I don’t know who else (maybe all the people in the world who would go to yoga if they could). You know, because the world revolves around me and everyone is paying that much attention to what I do. If the class were bigger, I probably wouldn’t feel this way, but attendance has been dwindling. When I went two weeks ago, I was only one of two students. So I made a commitment to go, to myself, to the instructor, to my yogamate, and then I didn’t show. Bad Zannah!
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