![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
Middle English Yoga
Have survived first yoga class here. The middle-aged, sleekly blonde lady in charge of the class looked at me pityingly when I said I'd done Iyengar yoga. "Ah yes, I've moved on from there," she said. "Far too regimented."
Class was quite restful -- and it was nice to be in a pastel-coloured, mirror-walled studio instead of some of the more dubious venues of the Deptford class. The nice lady did not bully me once, nor mock my efforts. Ah, Cedric, where are you now? [Answer: India, learning new torture techniques.]
Would be ever so much more tempted to go on a regular basis if the pool was open immediately after: as it is, there's a half-hour wait, and nothing much to do.
I can feel the backs of my knees. And something twinging in the small of .... oh, it's the cat.
Class was quite restful -- and it was nice to be in a pastel-coloured, mirror-walled studio instead of some of the more dubious venues of the Deptford class. The nice lady did not bully me once, nor mock my efforts. Ah, Cedric, where are you now? [Answer: India, learning new torture techniques.]
Would be ever so much more tempted to go on a regular basis if the pool was open immediately after: as it is, there's a half-hour wait, and nothing much to do.
I can feel the backs of my knees. And something twinging in the small of .... oh, it's the cat.