Three days straight without going to a yoga class when I had promised myself that I would not allow myself to back out of practice. At least, I got one evening of practice in at home. There’s a small window of opportunity at Thrive Yoga in the evening. I get off work between 5:30 and 6:30, and need a full hour to get home. Classes start at 7:15 or 7:30 so I have to make a point of leaving closer to 5:30 than 6:00. I then can’t have any delays on the Metro, and my wife has to pick me up on time. Otherwise, I can’t change my clothes and drive to the studio in time for class.
Of course, I could always back my kit and go straight to the studio from the station. I would have to decide that in the morning, and carry my stuff with me.
I have not been back to Flow Yoga Center since my knee injury. That’s used to be a lock each Tuesday or Wednesday. My daughter, Stephanie, and I have fallen out of the habit of taking classes together. She has gone back to college at the University of Maryland to finish off the last 16 credits for her BA and that ties up her evenings. Back in the old days, I would walk over to Flow in 30 minutes and start class at 6:30. Fewer chances of happenstance impeding my practice. I do miss my exposure to a different class of yogi/yogini, and the smiling face of Debra Perlson-Mishalove, who was recently blessed with a baby. The absence of a downtown practice also means that I don’t shell out money of classes in a time of tightening budgets.