I didn't get her name, but my instructor today was insanely nice. I was the only one in class for the second session and she tailored it for me. We covered a lot of backbend poses, my favorite being the Half Frog pose because surprisingly, I have the most flexible thighs ever.
Actually I think it's more because my knee can really bend back. You fucking ironic knee. All my life I've been trying to reach forward, so much so it decided to be a little joke and be the perfect backbend instead. MY LIFE IS A SHAM.
Still, it was the best fucking stretch of this week, a close second to my forever life-changing stretch at Samastha Yoga.
Headed over to Fairmont after to try the spa.
I don't understand myself. I truly truly truly DO NOT ENJOY THIS. I do it because the reviews on KFit are so hyped. But I'll often get there and be amazed for a grand total of three minutes before wishing I was being stretched to death again.
Still, for the photos, right?
Oh my god even in grain quality my puncture mark stands out like a beacon.
It is the oddest story. I don't know why but when I was really young, my doctor through it would be a great idea to give me a jab in my buttocks instead of my bicep LIKE A REGULAR PERSON and he must've did it wrong because the dent stayed with me forever.
It is a little thumb of dent that sits squarely in the middle of my left buttcheek and it creates the slightest crease when I wear undies too tight. I think it can collect water if it tried hard enough. Good job doctor I'm a part time well now.
GUESS WHO GOT BORED AFTER THIS.
Don't get me wrong, Willow Spa is gorgeous. They are all gorgeous. But they are also all boring. I had enough after five minutes and wanted to leave when I figured, I might as well see the pool first.
And I was disappointed.
But I got some pretty good contemporary-esque photos so hey, not a waste of my time.
Left after a while and the reception looked mighty surprised to see me out so soon. I think I was in and out within thirty minutes? And that's including my shower time and all.
I think I'm going to discontinue with all my hotel access attempts now. I truly don't like it. I shouldn't force myself to just because everyone else likes to relax. I should do what I like, and what I like is EXQUISITE TORTURE GIMME MORE YOGA.
Headed home to finish up work.
Dance lessons later and I am.. scared.
Give me torturous yoga and give me muscle-murdering HITT but don't give me dance. My self-consciousness falls far below my strength. It conflicts with my incessant need to document everything so I can't even post a video because GOD the self-consciousness is killing me.
It also helps none the better that I sway a lot by nature in this inbuilt-sultriness that got me critiqued by my contemporary teacher so ah man, CAN GROOVE OPEN UP THEIR PUSSYCAT DOLLS COURSE AGAIN ALREADY.
Life of a slutty dancer trynabe.
No comments:
Post a Comment