After a night of drinking and biking around town, dressed as a cowboy duck tape ninja pimp, that lasted till about 11:30 and getting to bed after an hour more of riding I woke up at 4:30 all peppy to go to yoga!
So hopping on my bike super dehydrated, I was off in to the cold misty morning, which was awesome.
The world looked like a mystic place as I rode to the yoga session. Once I got there it was time to get down to work as I flopped down on the hard wood floor with my thin little mat. I don't need no stinking mat! Just kidding, that floor can be kind of hard but I digress. Now realizing that I am kind of drunk still, thing were looking up because I knew this would make my session all the better, more relaxed and loose. Mostly I was happy because the day before a huge dog slammed me in to a fence sideways at the animal shelter that I volunteer at, so my bruised body was stoked.
The session was on and it started out all chill with some nice dub playing which I was just listening to but then the teacher was like fuck this and up the level to expert! I still was doing well even in all the funky weird stances that twist your kidneys and make you wanna pop. Only falling down twice from this hard as crap, twisted air plane pose thing, simply because my calf muscles were so tight just gave out on me, besides that the whole thing went rather well.
The session ends and I'm shaking from a number of things I'm sure but the sun was up and I needed to bust out for my new day, For some reason things have been great and I only hope I can make everything better and help as many people as I can. I guess I just need to give more then I can get.
Any ways till next time peace, mew.
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