I've been in a funk lately. More so now, because I'm sick. But then, that's the way I do. I work and stress and do too much until finally my body says, "STOP." And I get sick. So, Friday my body put its foot down, so to speak.
I had gone to yoga Thursday, and was actually doing okay. I've been doing the harder class for a couple months now, and it's gotten to where the gentle class is too easy. I'm contemplating trying power yoga soon. (I thought it might be today, but ummm...no.)
I've even started jogging a little with my walks. Not a lot, just a lap, a block, the distance between two mailboxes, then I walk until I catch my breath. And the reason I did this at first was not to improve my cardiovascular fitness. It was not to lose weight.
It was because I was mad.
I was having a horrible day, and I decided to walk it out. I went to yoga early and walked on the track, and I swear, the longer I walked, the madder I got. I think every person there was out to get me. People standing in the track for no reason. People hogging the lane. One crazy old man doing some bizarre form of martial arts/torture/fit throwing that involved tying himself to a post with a stretchy band and flailing about every time I walked past. (I'm not even kidding. It was weird. Had never seen him before, and haven't seen him since.)
And finally as my anger rose, I decided the only thing to do was RUN. And I ran. And I felt better. So I kept running. Sort of like Forest Gump.
Then last week, I was walking, and contemplating starting to run a little, when who stepped out onto the track but someone I dislike intensely. Someone I hadn't seen in over a year. And there she was on MY track. At MY gym. Oh, Lord, what if she goes to MY yoga class???
I rounded the corner and kept right on walking out the door. I just couldn't face her. And I was so livid, I was shaking and near tears. I calmed myself down and decided I wasn't letting her keep me from yoga. Yoga has been the only thing keeping me sane these days. I tentatively walked back in the building, looked both ways, and made a break for the yoga studio.
Thankfully, she did NOT attend class. But now I'm freaking the he!! out that she'll be there next time I go walk. I mean, really, I go to the gym to get AWAY from people who upset me.
I've decided I need to suck it up. If she's there, she's there. And honestly, she has every right to be there. No matter how personally I'm taking it. It's a public place.
Seriously, she won't keep it up anyway. I know her. She won't.
And that's very un-yogish of me to think.
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