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Had my first yoga class tonight. In some sort of reading incomprehnsion on my part or scheduling change or something it was not the class I anticipated and as such my first yoga class since I was, oh, I don't know, five was Astanga. Which is to say -- I could hardly do any of it, it made me angry with myself and embarassed and pitying the teacher who had to help me so much -- _and_ I can't imagine I'll be able to move tomorrow.

It was also terrifying. It took an immense amount of will not to bolt out of there at various points, and I even did the shoulder stand (this is a very big deal for me). One scary thing every day, oh yeah.

Also, was remarkably mentally interesting. Mostly not a surprise where the brain travelled off to, but hey, cool enough.

Oooooooooooooooooh. I hurt the most.

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http://www.nytimes.com/2003/05/23/nyregion/23TURK.html

dorky thing

I blame Rahalia. But then, I often do.

( some numerology hoo-ha about me )