Today was lovely and relaxing. I woke up late, walked down town (in minus 14 degree weather!), ran some errands and then went to a yoga class. The studio I've been taking classes at, Studio 330, offers a one week introductory special for $20. So far this year, I've only been in Kingston for a day or two at a time, so I've always just paid for the drop in classes. At the beginning of this week, I mentioned to the teacher that I was here for a week, so she gave me the introductory pass, even though she knew I'd been there before. So now I'm spoiling myself with daily classes.

The community there is really nice, and I've liked all of the teachers that I've had so far. The space is gorgeous - a lot of exposed limestone bricks (they don't call Kingston "Limestone City" for nothing, I guess), and they'll often do classes by candlelight. They have change rooms, a bathroom and shower, and a neat little hang-out type room with comfy chairs, a vanity with a mirror, and cubbies to store your stuff. Lovely.

So yeah, I've been having some really wonderful classes. However, I have noticed one troubling thing about my practice this week: I've been getting really frustrated with myself. Mostly frustrated in the "I-know-I-can-do-this-pose-so-why-isn't-it-working" sense. Yesterday I kept falling out of half moon, and I know that it's something that I can do! But at the same time, I also know that my practice changes from day to day, and I'm in an unfamiliar space, etc., etc. I wish I could just do things without over-thinking them.

Other than that little bit of self-inflicted irritation, it was great practice. Then I got back to my mother's place and found that my husband had made an apple-tofu-egg noodle casserole. So good. As I said before, I am so spoiled.