Yoga Mood Release

All I did today was go to Yoga, other than spending many hours staring into space, reading, contemplating things that relate to resisting boredom and bad mood.

We had a substitute instructor. I’ve never really done a yoga class and felt irritated, but I did today.

Yoga Instructor: “Now spread your legs apart, enough so your favorite animal could walk between them. Your favorite small animal. Like a raccoon.”

(nervous laughing)

There were moments where I could tell she was making stuff up, dropping references to being a jungle animal while making figure-8 motions with our butts in the air. We all looked like a group of low-IQ disabled exercisers. And just like Hugo Stieglitz in Inglourious Basterds, I felt like I was tied to a post, getting lashed with a bull-whip.

But, I felt pretty good afterwards.