I came home from work yesterday floating on the little cloud that comes with suddenly having your own assistant. I spent a shameful 30 minutes cramming my face with bread, cheese and beer, and by 8pm was laying in bed, bloated and dopey, feeling rather self-satisfied.
I embraced the laziness and promised to myself that I would go to yoga in the morning to compensate. And I did.
[here was a long waffley bit about yoga and self-growth and being happy and James, but it was a bit tooooo waffley so I got rid of it. I’m sure you can extrapolate]
And somehow during downward dog I got my heels on the ground! Woooot! Unfortunately I have hurt my left wrist slightly, so doing upwards dog sucked horribly, but heels down was fantastic. I have maybe 4 or 5 classes left on my card, but I’m looking forward to using them up over the next month before I leave Australia.