Another missed practice this morning. And granted, I could still practice this afternoon. But I probably won’t. I’m missing some willpower lately.
Sometimes I wish I had someone there watching my practice. Couldn’t you just see it? “Hey… Where’s your head? Incorrect vinyasa. Oh and HELLO? Could I get a side of DRISTE with that? Nose girl, keep your eyes on the nose.” Okay, so maybe not. But it’s always nice when someone knows whether or not you practiced. And that’s why I’m telling all of you.
Did I tell you what I did this weekend? No, not that. I know I already told you about the farm. No no, this is bad. I’ve been too embarrassed to say anything about it until today. Because really, why not? Why only write about the things that make me look like a decent, fully-functioning, THINKING human being? Shouldn’t you all get a chance to know the real me? The bumbling, stumbling, impulsive and sometimes brainless me? So, with that in mind… In one day, I managed to ruin $160 worth of yoga equipment. I decided to wash my manduka, but instead of washing it with a washcloth and soap like I usually do, I got lazy and threw it in the washing machine. Which is now renamed the manduka-eating monster. My mat split in half. It SPLIT IN HALF!! I now have two extra-skinny extra-long manduka mats. ARGH. That’s a costly mistake.
Then later that same day, on my bike ride home from my yoga class I was too lazy to roll up my Be Present pantleg and guess what? My bicycle ate my pants. And since I have foot pedal brakes, I couldn’t reverse the pedals to free the pantleg from the chain. And since I have a chainguard (which apparently is just for aesthetics), I couldn’t pedal forward to release it, as that would entail removal of the pants, and I was in a public park in the midst of a rape-prevention rally when the pant-catch took place, so pants-free frolicking was out of the question. Luckily, there were people all around me to help out, so with three people holding the bike, one person holding me for balance, and one person ripping the pantleg from the vice of the chain, I was free. That reminds me of a joke… how many San Luis Obispo citizens does it take to free a woman from the grips of her bicycle?… Oh never mind. You don’t care.
I am SUCH an idiot.