Restorative last night after a day spent hauling electronics to a SAFE recycling event in upper Manhattan. Public transit was a mess and those bags were heavy. The only saving grace was it was a very pretty day to be stuck out by the side of the road, waiting (and waiting) for the M4 bus.
Bikram. And I've officially become that girl excited about the party at the yoga studio.
Running and yoga. It happened.
60 minutes of yin yoga via yogaglo.com. I love Felicia Tamasko. She's like a strange Type A mix of zen and sandpaper. It's enough to give me hope that someday I, too, could be a yoga instructor.
I was so blissed out after my first class at Dharma Yoga Center, I walked out without my pants. Yes, I was wearing other pants. But my point is, I couldn't find my pants. And then I found them. They were at the studio. They also looked very relaxed when I found them. As I purchased a 20-class pack via groupon at the Dharma Center, I will have to be more vigilant about my pants and their whereabouts. I can't be running all over town, wondering where my pants are, and then finding them in some back room in Chelsea. People will talk.