Tonight the rest of my yoga classmates no-showed, which meant I got a private lesson. I groaned, teasing Joetta by feigning despair when she told me no one else was coming. I knew a one-on-one class meant I wouldn't get away with slacking for even a second. And I didn't. I worked really hard tonight, and 90 minutes passed in what felt more like 20.
Lately lots of things in my life are kind of pushing me to the next level, which is nice. I feel up to the challenge. I don't want my whole life to be an uphill climb, but I like to have a few areas that make me reach just past my comfort zone.
Then of course there's the yummy ooey-gooey melty feeling I experience after working so hard. I'm going to sleep well tonight.
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