Behold! My blue yoga mat, red yoga towel (to catch the sweat drippings and help me NOT slip off my mat), and black sweater in our sun room. Pancake's yoga mat is the pink one. The flowery thing is my purse, co-sewed my daughter and I.
When I woke up this morning a small voice spoke in my head.
It said, no, don't go to yoga at 7.30 am. Stay in the nice warm bed, you can go later. Or, said the voice, don't go at all, you can always use your treadmill.
That voice is bullshit. If I don't go, I don't do anything.
But, it got louder the closer it came for me to leave.
It started yelling, then hollering.
And for one brief moment I almost gave in.
But I didn't. I just got my yoga clothes on and left.
And ON this day, hushing the holler,
It was huge!
Then I came home all sweaty an hour and half later. It felt wonderful.