- One class, after the heater was fixed, Laura said she didn't want to hear any complaints that the room was too warm because it had been cold all day. It was very hot; skin-hot; sunburn-hot. No one complained.
- One class sounded like a happy hour before the teacher walked in. Some guy was eating gumdrops from a sandwich baggy and people were laughing and talking in full voice.
- One class was packed with students. I was delirious at the end and forgot that a girl was six inches from my feet. I grabbed my mat and whipped it back really hard (to pick it up) thereby whipping a student in the face.
- One class I excused myself to the bathroom during the floor routine (it was very hard to cool down and then warm up again).
- One class I worked harder then I ever thought I could.The next class seemed easier. (Did the day before pay off?)
- One class I started to remember the sequence of the poses.
- One class a girl moved her towel perpendicular to her mat for triangle pose and the teacher said: "no, no, no we're going to build your leg strength."
- One class Gary showed me how to grasp my toes correct during the sit-up.
- One class I fell out of standing bow pose about every two seconds and started laughing to myself.
- One class I had an Eeyore mentality and gave up on myself.
- One class I had a great attitude but spent most the time in savasana because my intestines hurt too bad. (That was last class).
So, today is day 22, and if I could bring anything with me during the next 9 days of class it would be nothing. Or, more aptly put: a willingness to completely let go of all the precious little things I've collected over the past 21 days.