My Yoga class is a love-hate thing for me, I love actually doing Yoga and I try to practice every day; but at home I can fall on my head, lose balance or fall out of position without anyone actually witnessing it. In my actual Yoga class, I can never quite get the right spot, I always end up smack in the middle of the classroom surrounded by 20 other women who I am sure have seen me stumble and fumble my way into awkward positions poses and balancing acts. At home, I can rest whenever I like and try out new poses that don’t even exist just to try something different. I have never been the most graceful girl but luckily Yoga helps me with that too. Whenever I finish a lesson I feel a little lighter on my feet and a little more stable all over. Well I guess last night in class I must have angered a muscle and its pulling on my neck on one side so hard I can’t turn my head completely to the right. I have a habit of tensing my shoulders and my instructor just loves to point this out: “Shoulders Leah! Put them down, no, no no; you’re going to hurt yourself” and that is how the attention of the class is brought to me on center stage and I tense up even more. At least this is usually the scene, except for in the case of last night where I actually heard the words: “That’s right Leah, exactly! Beautiful, perfect extension!” this was my crowning moment of glory, I did a GREAT job at Yoga! And a victory was had. To me Yoga is a little like sex, bear with me here; I said a LITTLE. If you’re doing it right, it only keeps getting better, but when you’re doing it wrong, it hardly seems worth the effort of taking your clothes off or putting Yoga pants on. I guess I was SO good at Yoga yesterday that I injured myself. Imagine, the one time I’m doing everything RIGHT is the time I pull a muscle. I think I was so elated at the fact that I was doing so well, I pushed it. Luckily back at home, where I was safe to stumble and fumble I practiced a few of my best moves over, only with a glass of wine to accompany my moves. It was upward Merlot, Downward Merlot and there is where I found my peaceful bliss. Namaste.