I did not enjoy my session here.
KFit said this was a Shadow Yoga class and it was only natural to assume that it was gonna be cool as fuck because IT HAD THE WORD SHADOW and when I Googled shadow yoga, I got some good images so I thought it'd be a good class.
Also my first Bicycle deck was a Shadow Master so I had high hopes. And since we are on the topic, I also had Karnival and a plain purple deck. I also drew the Karnival Ace of Spades for my O'Levels Art. Okay yes I am done with "Shameful Nuggets from my Past" for today.
I was early and so hung around outside the place.
Shadow yoga turned out to be prenatal yoga meets lazy yogi.
Don't get me wrong, my instructor was knowledgeable and skillful. You'd have to be, if you were an instructor at the grand age of 53. But it is my own expectation. I wanted a fast class. I wanted a furious session.
But instead my class had a woman on her subscription and a pregnant lady so all we could do was really slow, flowy moves. I almost fell asleep when we had to lie down for the warm-down. How to warm-down when you never even warmed up?! Of course I fell asleep.
My guess is I'm not coming back, despite how God-spacious their studio is and how tempting the ropes yoga course look. I am probably forever scarred by my pregnant yoga session at 22.
My vanity knows its boundaries and breaks it everyday. Good for you, survivor.
A fucking annoying miscommunication between KFit and my next studio, Milan Pole Studios, occurred and I ended up missing my aerial hoops class, a class I spent all fucking week looking forward to. And I got charged the no-show fee within 15 minutes of leaving house no less.
I solemnly swear to relinquish and destroy the name of KFit for the rest of my life, wherever I go, if they do not refund me my fucking ill-charged fee. Ridiculous fuckers.
Moving on, since I was out already I headed to baby!
He was adorably playing Dota and ignoring the rest of the world so I had to entertain myself for a bit. After a while, we went to satisfy our mookata craving! And it was amazing. Maybe the food is 50% blessed by Christ the King next door LOL.
He is the sweetest thing heh heh.
I am a hopeless cook. I can do the simple dishes but anything beyond that baffles my mind. So I spent much of our mookata meekly waiting for him to do all the cooking for me heh heh. At least I did the noodles right? 3/10 for effort.
He was happily heaping me portions after portions of whatever he cooked on my plate and neglected himself a fair bit. I tried to feed him but I ended up scalding him a little with some flyaway soup I AM HOPELESS.
Went home and watched him skate for a bit.
SO CUTE AHHHH.
My short hair still sits ill with me.
He skated sexily for a while as I gave him commentary. He was gliding so smoothly that I figured I should try it too, even though the skates was a size 43 and I'm a size 33. WHAT DO I KNOW OF SAFETY!? I rammed into a wall within minutes so, not much eh!
Night time was him deciding he was too tired to Dota and snuggling me to sleep :)
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