So, for some time now, I have been feeling like I need to take up yoga again. There has been a lot of unbalance in my relationship (though things are absolutely fantastic right now, if you don’t count the fact that Jake woke me up with his snoring last night). Additionally, work is a bit hellish at the moment, and I have been able to feel my body storing up rage. I got so frustrated loading the dishwasher the other day that I broke two glasses.
So I sucked it up, went down to the campus gym (I work at a university, remember, so we have great facilities) and signed up for the regular gym membership. Then I shelled out extra for the group exercise membership and for the yoga/pilates membership (an extra $200!). The regular gym membership is another $200 although that’s withheld from my paychecks throughout the year and so is pretty painless, but the total that I was shelling out was over $400. For someone who is still trying to pay off credit card debt, that’s a heckuva lotta cash.
Then I went to my first yoga class yesterday, and knew instantly that it was worth it. Continued