
All right, SOMEONE yadadadada talkin' bout!
I totally forgot to mention that I thoroughly enjoyed belly dancing on Tuesday--been thinking of dropping out of it and concentrating on running, kickboxing, and Yoga but I went anyway, if anything to support my teacher who's husband is in a wheel chair with MS

He's FINE, too! Such a shame! Anyway, Tuesday renewed my determination to GET BETTER and ONE DAY perform and get it filmed, and show y'all my moves

Um, I don't know how I look but I can imagine most of you would say something nice even if I SUCKED, haha!

Nice people
So I didn't have anything better to do than take 3 hours of Yoga on a Wednesday evening

HAHA! 5:30 to 7 I took Lisa's class, she is a massage therapist as well, and trained in Iyengar Yoga (you can Wiki it but basically it's very precise, lost of props, and the founder was in Yoga Journal this month--90 years old and he can still do a THIRTY MINUTE HEADSTAND without shaking!). Although Lisa didn't emphasis props and lots of descriptions, she DID make us hold poses FOREVER. Talk about hip opening! I seriously struggled with relaxing into the poses--had to calm myself down because I wanted to fidget.
Then came Mangala's class. (MAHN-gah-lah) Since I just went straight from the Performance Hall to the Gallery (2 different Yoga rooms at the Institute) I was early for her 7:30 class. When she showed up, she was her usual happy, smiley, wonderful self. The kind of woman who will hug you even though you don't know her for very long, without it being too weird, and makes you feel like you known her longer. Mangala is THIN!!!! Whoa. But it's pretty natural, still, you can tell she does hella Yoga! We talked and she told me she LIVED AT MT. MADONNA CENTER FOR ELEVEN YEARS!!!!!!!

Apparently she met her husband there at 20, AND went through a divorce there at 30. Jeez. Anyway, her class was more flow-ey and she talked a lot, but it wasn't annoying. She's a wonderful teacher. I learned a new one--supine Swastikasana. Um, the Swastika, as you might know, is an ancient Indian symbol of prosperity, luck, and well being, but yeah--thanks to You-Know-Who, in the West, it means something entirely different, and thus, in Yoga, they changed the name to Bhadrasana, after a sage.
After the 3 hours of Yoga (mind you, some of that time was meditating and chillin in Savasana) I drove home in a daze and made and ate fresh rolls (tofu, spicy Thai chili garlic sauce, green onions, cilantro, mint, and carrot rolled up in rice paper) standing up at my kitchen counter with Sweetheart, Keith's pitbull that greeted my when I came home. I gave Sweetheart some leftovers of Barre's in the fridge before kicking her out. Man I wish I had a dog! It's nice to have Sweetheart come from Keith's camp and visit, though. She is WAY TOO CUTE, looks like Petey from Little Rascals.
This morning I woke at 5:54am without the aid of an alarm clock (after passing out at 10:40pm) and rose to do MORE YOGA. Shit.
My body is getting a Jennifer-Anisten-esque-like look to it. Um, a bigger J.A., but I'm not fucking around! You can really see smooth definition. My body looks better than when I was weight training. Sigh. I MISS pumping iron but with all the Yoga, I don't really have time--and I don't really need it, either, with all this Yoga. I PROMISE myself though, that I WILL do one day of it next week!
Tonight is Kickboxing and Yoga 2 with Delana, tomorrow I plan on running at lunch break on the beach for 40 minutes, then Acroyoga from 6:30-8pm, then dancing to Dubstep with my homegirl all night

SIGH! Me so happy
