There Is No “I” In Quitter…No Wait, There Is
So Dr. Ding went to her YogaFit training this morning at 8 a.m. The directions provided sucked, and I didn’t have time to stop for a coffee, so I got lost and arrived late and very bleary. Turns out I was one of the early ones, and some folks came an hour late. The room was extremely chilly, even for a hot tamale like Dr. Ding. I didn’t bring my usual mat because YogaFit had new ones for us, but oh was I ever sorry. Everything ached thanks to the tortilla-like thickness of the mat. The music was cheesy and sounded like something best appreciated while taking an elevator to the top floor of the corporate offices of whoever makes Valium.
Did I mention that I left early? As in 1.5 days early? I gamely stuck it out for exactly 3 hours and 25 minutes, shivering and puling, but frankly I should have known better than to sign up for something that’s supposed to run for 2 entire days from 8am to 6pm. I have an attention span that lasts exactly 50 minutes, which rather nicely coincides with billable psychotherapy hours. Doing anything for longer than 50 minutes tends to make me feel billious, phlegmatic, and in dire need of smelling salts to revive my delicate constitution.
So, sadly, dear readers, there will be no Ding-A-Riffic YogaFit classes offered in the near future. However, at some point I may just decide to trademark my own particular brand of Dingish yoga, something definitely involving disco, Missy Elliot, glittery leotards, and cocktails/dessert afterwards.
I’m working on it.
| Etsy: QueenBodacious |
oh my oh my. a post melding chocolate and yoga. [or is that melting? like frozen chocolate yogurt...mmm] anyway, sorry that the ill-conceived training disappointed. i, myself, have been somewhat nonplussed by yoga. i find pictures of the be-hatted dog MUCH more transcendental than the downward dog.
I enjoy the word “melding” more than “melting” so let’s say melding. Mmmm…frozen chocolate yogurt yoga..
I wholeheartedly agree w/you, epiphenita. El Sombrero mas pequeno gives me far more joy than rolling around on a cold, hard floor ever could!
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