Today I went to yoga for the first time in about a week -- it was awesome.
Since I've been so busy at work and haven't had the same kind of time I used to have for exercising, I've been trying to do bits and pieces at home when I can. So, last week I tried doing some yoga at home, which would have been fine if I didn't have a puppy who thinks that "yoga" means "play." Anything that involves being on the floor is an invite to have Scooter in my lap. When I am doing sun salutations, he licks me in the face and stands on my back when I'm on my stomach for cobra or plank. He wedges himself between my legs during down dog and he sits on my stomach when I'm trying to do final relaxation (not real relaxing).
If he's not on me or under me or making it impossible to do a pose, he's chewing on my mat (which I can sympathize with since the mat does look like prime chewing material). All in all, he makes it impossible to exercise at home, so I was glad to have the time today to go to class and do all the poses without a dog under my feet.
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Something about yoga just attracts animals like a magnet... if animals were made out of metal. When I'm up at my cottage for weeks on end, I have no choice but to stretch on the deck, and deal with the company of a dog and two cats all trying to lie on my mat with me (and on me) at once. It's made for some interesting photo ops. I'd post them, but the thing is, the animals always seem to be doing a much more attractive stretch than I am...
This is exactly why Phog and Wrigley are sequestored when I'm doing yoga or pilates. :)
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