Today I am thankful for tricking myself into going to yoga class through my usual quirky and bizarre antics.
This morning it was cold…. Well, for the rest of the country 45 degrees isn’t cold but, for me, thats arctic. As a result of the frigid elements, I decided I needed to layer. Living in South Florida I, of course, don’t own long johns so the only thing I could think to wear under my pants were my running/ yoga capris…. and, since I had already gone so far as to wear the capris, I decided that I’d also go ahead and switch out my standard push-up for a sports bra. I stuck a dry wick shirt and a pair of flip flops in my yoga bag and headed out as usual.
Basically, the plan was that I’d rush over the the yoga studio the minute I clocked out from work and would arrive there minutes before the 4:30 class. But, due to my clever planning, all I’d have to do is pull a “Clark Kent” and there, underneath my nerdy school uniform would be my rockin’ yoga outfit ready to go for Hatha Vinyasa, baby!….. unfortunately, it was only until the 1 1/2 hour long class had finished that I realized I had been wearing my yoga pants inside out all day…. Not so cool. “A” for effort, though?