Saturday, April 14, 2018

AND WHY THE HELL DID I DO THIS TO MYSELF?

I finally managed yesterday, at the umpteenth time of asking, to climb out of my pit and get to the 6;30 am class at Wimbledon Hot Yoga. I have pretty much got 6:30 on Thursday dialled in as I go with Kevin from round the corner and I know he will be outside my door at six prompt.

If I manage to get along to Elite Fitness at 10 o'clock this morning, that will be three in a row. Could Thursday, Friday, Saturday be the new paradigm?

McSweeney's
I’M A WOMAN ON VACATION DOING YOGA AND WHY THE HELL DID I DO THIS TO MYSELF?
LAUREN TOUSIGNANT
It’s 6 AM on the third day of my vacation in this Instagram-perfect corner of Southeast Asia but instead of sleeping peacefully I have stretched myself into I don’t even know what shape and I am miserable.
All I wanted for this much-needed trip was to lie on a beach and then take a boat to another beach where I would lie out some more and drink 300 Pina Coladas and then take another boat to another beach and eat and eat and eat and lie out again. But after seeing so many dumb stock images of beaming women doing the pigeon pose in the middle of lush mountains or secluded beaches, I convinced myself that, “Yes, that could be me,” and booked this fxxking sunrise yoga class.
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