West Coast Kid
I was talking to D about a variety of yoga classes and Franklin had something to contribute – the tree pose. This was taken at preschool. We get little Kodak photo emails every once and awhile so we can see the various stages of development from clean child in the morning to absolutely filthy child by the afternoon.
For a kid with a large head and outdoor gear on, I think this is pretty good. It’s a hell of a lot better than I can do in hot yoga when my body is so soaked with sweat that I can’t even get a good grip on my foot to bring it up to tadasana.
Speaking of the whole Bikram thing; it’s not going to happen. I knew it was a bit of a fad at the moment but holy Moses! It’s expensive! I was prepared for about $90.00 a month – only because I really, really love it. However, there is no monthly option here in the land of the insanely rich and I would be required to pay for 6 months up front – there is the option of 4 installments, but it’s still not manageable in my world.
So, I’ve joined a gym.
I’ve joined gyms before and it was successful. There’s a drop-in Hatha class I can take, which is what Bikram is taken from so I’ll just have to compromise this way. There’s also something called “Iron Yoga” – I’m going to reserve judgment on until I take a couple of classes. Yoga with free weights… sounds interesting.
Still, the soft lighting, the heat, the humidity and the calmness is what I’ll miss more than the constant reminder that I suck extremely large gopher butt at yoga and anything else to do with stretching in general. Ah well.
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