Saturday, May 5, 2012
6 weeks of yoga
Wifey and I managed six weeks of Saturday morning yoga classes is a row. By far our best run. Of course our previous best was one. Wifey calls it a yoga date. It usually entails dropping our little son off with his grandparents and then zipping to the studio while I try to retain my Yoga cool and simultaneously not make us late to class. I hate to be late. But mom and dad have other plans this weekend. This means no saturday morning yoga, which is too bad. But it also means sleeping in on Saturday, which is nice. I hope one week away (from yoga) won't become three weeks away.