I've been so wound up like a spinning top the last couple of days (I really feel like one little flick and I would just whirl out of control and trash the apartment then fly out the window or something) that I decided I would take a yoga class today.
I had visited the school weeks ago to ask if there were English speaking classes, and they said not exactly but all of the teachers would translate for me if I needed help, so, fine. I haven't done yoga in a really long time but I woke up this morning feeling like I wanted to go boxing with the whole world, so I decided to try a quite advanced class to kind of nuke these feelings. Aggressive yoga... right?!
Yeah I can't do that either.
And I definitely can't do it when the teacher tells everybody what to do, and I just sit there looking pretty like an idiot until she comes over to tell me but by then everyone is in the position so they all get to watch while I get told on my own. Then I finally do it and the teacher tells everybody the next one... and then I catch up.
It was like delayed reaction yoga! I felt like, you know that kid in class who was always day dreaming and the bell would ring and every kid would stampede onto the next class and he would just sit there then be like "oh right...". That was me today. Yoga class weirdo.
I feel more chilled out though.