Continuing on my road to fitness, I woke up at the crack of dawn for yoga in the gardens. Okay, 6:30 isn’t *really* the crack of dawn, but for someone who gets off work at 11:45 p.m., it sure felt like it.
Let me tell you, it was as beautiful and peaceful as I hoped it would be. And I sure as hell know I’m going to be sore. Score!
I was a liiiitle excited and nervous about finding the location/open spots in the class, so I showed up 3o minutes before it even started… the instructor hadn’t even arrived yet. Not many people show up 30 minutes early for an 8 a.m. class. Oops? But hey, I scored an awesome spot. Front row, not so center. I can only be *so* much of an overachiever.
It’s an ‘open’ class meaning it’s open to all levels. I love doing yoga, but I’m by no means an expert or a routine practitioner. So it was challenging, but not so challenging that I got stressed or overly competitive. Yeah, I do that sometimes. Get competitive in yoga. That’s not recommended or condoned really…
I did not get competitive. However, I did challenge myself, focused on my breathing, and push my muscles to the highest level I could hold. I made friends with the woman next to me who summers here from Germany (hi Helga!). I’m eager for next week’s class and continuing tour of the gardens.
Now, I’m diving head first into an açaí bowl and soy mocha before I head out for my 5 miles for the day. (Don’t worry, I didn’t forget ;)) Today, it’s going to be barefoot on the beach. It’s still moving forward, right?
Here’s to getting fit, getting focused, and enjoying new things along the way.
Catherine with a C, Katie with a K 