So yesterday, out of boredom, I tried a new Pilates teacher. Well, technically I'd gone to one of her classes, a long time ago. She said, "I'm feeling brutal" and really worked us hard. I felt as if my abs were separated from my body and being flogged. It didn't necessarily feel bad, though. I guess it's true you need to switch it up. My regular Pilates teacher is out of town...I'm very used to her workouts now. (My Pilates plug: it's good if you have a bad back...it strengthens your abs, which gives your back more support, and also strengthens your back independently of that).
Stepping down from my Pilates soapbox, I had dinner with D, A, and his new girlfriend, E. I feel I am getting to know E a bit better. When we got home I couldn't get to sleep. I was up till 4 and woke up at 9:20 to teach, so naturally I was a zombie.
The good thing about being a zombie is that it makes it easier to teach a basics class. Usually I err on the side of being too hard, but when I don't have too much energy myself, I do easy poses. This was at the studio where I'm starting from scratch (brand new slot, etc.) D came and so did a French woman I'd never met before. After class, she lay down underneath a blanket and fell asleep.
Tonight I'm teaching at the private club...the building is so swank that there is a man whose only job is to spin the revolving door for you. You don't even need to touch it. Anyway, at this class I have a woman who is older, but in good shape; a middle-aged woman who doesn't like to move around; and a new woman who is pretty good. I might try some new music there tonight. My yoga standards are Jack Johnson, Zero 7, Nick Drake and Madeleine Peyroux; tonight I might try out some Fleetwood Mac, Aberfeldy and/or my "Groovy 60's" compilation.
I'm a little depressed about world events. I read about the thwarted terrorist plot where they stopped some Al-Qaeda people at Heathrow from going to America. I feel bad that Britain has to deal with these people, too, and I feel bad for the passengers who had to throw away their perfume and makeup and were probably very scared as well. It all makes me want to be 8 again, when my biggest concern was what outfit to put on my Cabbage Patch doll and wondering whether I would like my teacher.
Stepping down from my Pilates soapbox, I had dinner with D, A, and his new girlfriend, E. I feel I am getting to know E a bit better. When we got home I couldn't get to sleep. I was up till 4 and woke up at 9:20 to teach, so naturally I was a zombie.
The good thing about being a zombie is that it makes it easier to teach a basics class. Usually I err on the side of being too hard, but when I don't have too much energy myself, I do easy poses. This was at the studio where I'm starting from scratch (brand new slot, etc.) D came and so did a French woman I'd never met before. After class, she lay down underneath a blanket and fell asleep.
Tonight I'm teaching at the private club...the building is so swank that there is a man whose only job is to spin the revolving door for you. You don't even need to touch it. Anyway, at this class I have a woman who is older, but in good shape; a middle-aged woman who doesn't like to move around; and a new woman who is pretty good. I might try some new music there tonight. My yoga standards are Jack Johnson, Zero 7, Nick Drake and Madeleine Peyroux; tonight I might try out some Fleetwood Mac, Aberfeldy and/or my "Groovy 60's" compilation.
I'm a little depressed about world events. I read about the thwarted terrorist plot where they stopped some Al-Qaeda people at Heathrow from going to America. I feel bad that Britain has to deal with these people, too, and I feel bad for the passengers who had to throw away their perfume and makeup and were probably very scared as well. It all makes me want to be 8 again, when my biggest concern was what outfit to put on my Cabbage Patch doll and wondering whether I would like my teacher.
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Glad your yoga teaching is picking up! I might like to try my hand at swinging revolving doors, if I get tired of librarianship.
Boo to insomnia. SJ had it last night too. You guys are kindred souls.
C - Hee. So you mean, I run around naked and wreak havoc...oh yeah, I guess so ;)
There was a whole town of them, if I am remembering correctly. I think we had one named Duncan?? I think I am also recalling a song about them...
unfortunately, my two cents is that avoiding the mess is the worse thing to do. when possible,just talk and listen to other and think about changing direction in the mid term elections. the good old usa has lost its leadership, and that makes the rest of the world even shakier.
sorry to sound lectury-but at this sorry point it's got to start with each one of us, even in the little ways we can.
;(
my apologies for intruding without thinking! i'll cease my two cents.
best wishes, kj