Category Archives: yoga
Sometimes…
Sometimes, even when it’s cold and wet you have to trust that going to the beach will still be fun, because you’re with Sister 1 and Little Pea: …even if you did have a tummy ache and Mummy and Auntie … Continue reading
Trying REALLY hard to relax. And failing.
Before I moved to Beachville I’d been yoga-ing every week for a good few years. I’m not sure if it was the actual yoga, my ridiculously patient teacher or some of the people in the class who became really good … Continue reading
Exercise-ness
In Bumpkinsville I had my lovely yoga class, my very happy fitball class, and a fantastic group that I ran with each week. In Beachville, things have been a bit more tricky. I joined a yoga class, but the focus … Continue reading
When you…
…have started muttering ‘people are f*cking stupid’ under your breath more than a few times a day (and sometimes a little louder than at muttering level) …have finally got around to filing those 1K plus emails in your inbox and … Continue reading
Braving Beachville yoga
I’m not very good at meeting new people. I’d rather Norman gouged my eyes out than have to walk into a room of people that I don’t know on my own. If I don’t stutter when I try talking, I say … Continue reading
The chaos of me
I’m a creature of habit. I don’t like change one little bit. I don’t even like it when my yoga teacher suggests trying out a new place for my mat in our class. I do fit ball on a Monday, … Continue reading
No Heimlich maneuver needed
People who know me tend to agree that I am really, really good at one thing: Panicking. I’ve not managed to prove the point very often, but there is a small occasional exception: When something actually worth panicking about happens. … Continue reading
One of THOSE days
You know those days when you don’t know whether to laugh or cry? When sitting rocking in a corner with your fingers in your ears seems like a sensible option? Today was one of those days. (For the record, I … Continue reading
Packing imaginary clothes
Something weird has happened. I know, it’s unusual for me… On holiday at the end of most days we had a half hour session of Yoga Nidra. This isn’t about moving and stretching it’s….well, some see it as an opportunity … Continue reading
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