Some of you may recall my latest yoga efforts that resulted in a
visit to the E.R. with an incredibly sore back making the slightest movement
painful, and left me wondering where was the yoga-induced flexibility and Zen-like
energy I was supposed to be enjoying.
(Those actually were found in the narcotic
solution injected into my vein by the helpful smiling nurse. Who knew? And I
didn't have to wear lycra to achieve the lovely tranquil state.)
Since then my son bought me a yoga mat which I can carry in a
lovely yoga-mat bag a friend made me, and another son gave me the ever helpful 'The Complete Idiot's Guide to Yoga'.
So so much support from family and
friends. I didn't have to drop ANY hints that I was still actively interested
in yoga. Not a one. How very pushy intuitive of them.
The thing I liked best about going to yoga was telling everyone
the following day that I went to yoga. Once the shock admiration wore
off their faces it kind of lost its appeal. But since I have this brand new
heavy duty yoga mat, stylish hand-stitched bag, and step-by-step guide book, I
might as well return and try it again.
Wish me luck.
(Any idea of what I could get for a used
mat and guide book on Craig's List??? Just weighing my options . . ..)
