Made it to yoga again. I seem to only make it every other week, but I’m trying. I really am. I wasn’t cracking myself up quite as much this time, but the cd that was playing did start skipping in the middle of class. That in and of itself isn’t even worth a mention and hardly more than a bit of a smile, but it did amuse me that the music that they play during yoga is so monotone and repetitive anyway that it took a good while before any of us noticed that it was skipping at all. That’s the problem – or the beauty, I guess – with slow chanty music, you never know if the guy is just chanting the same syllable over and over again by design, or if your cd is scratched.
I think I may try to use my amusement at yoga for personal gain, or at least for motivation, which in theory would lead to personal gain, or preferably, a bit of personal loss of a bit of my physical personal flab. Because although I really love how I feel after yoga class, and I know that love how I am going to feel, it’s still way too easy for me to find excuses not to go. But maybe if I include the added benefit that it’ll be funny, then maybe I’ll be more excited about going.