Stretch

While week days see me yearning to curl over in my yummy bed for just one more snooze when the weekends come I find myself awake and alert and ready to do 'stuff'.

I'd become a little uncomfortable with my old yoga class, a mixture of beautiful slender ladies all weighing under 110 pounds, a few slightly larger ladies - size and weight suitable for their height, and an assortment of other bodies and this really creepy guy.

Over the years at different classes I've seen many people regularly choose the same mat, the same position in the room each time they come to class, I to in fact have a favourite side to work from. But the creepy guy sits in the lobby, all dressed and ready, and when I make my way from the changing room to the yoga room he follows me in and takes a mat right behind me, where ever I choose to be.

I've tried coming early, but he's there really early, I've tried arriving just before the class starts, but again he is just sitting in the waiting area. So my Saturday morning classes have not been leaving me feeling restful and at peace. Most people make eye contact and smile at one another, its early on Saturday morning so no one really wants to chat, but this guy doesn't even do that. He just comes and works right behind me. Many of the positions of yoga can leave one feeling a little vulnerable, so, even though I love the class, I really like the teacher I decided to try and find a new home for my Saturday morning stretch. Enough all ready!