This typically results in my arriving at the studio after spending a good chunk of time swearing and yelling and gesturing frantically in the car while Andrew looks on in a concerned fashion (ok, I am not unstable, we all have our buttons right?).
Some yoga studios in Halifax are virtually unaccessible sans car... and it just feels so wrong to hop in my carbon spewing car (no matter how efficient it is), spend 20min driving and contributing to carbon dioxide count in the air for a yoga class where I will attempt to spend 60-90min "connecting" with myself and my planet.
If I have to drive to yoga class, I'm already a bit on edge. Follow that up with a good dose of "where's the yoga studio??", add in "Type A Yogini" and you've got a fabulous result.
Tonight, Andrew and I were going all the way out in Dartmouth to All Yoga for a Karma class supporting Make-A-Wish Foundation. Unfortunately, we got completely lost and spent over an hour driving before we found the studio. At that point I was so tense and angry, the fact that the studio door was locked was the icing on the cake. So- we took our 20$ and my business card (I was expected to show up for this class), slipped them under the door so we were still contributing and went home.
Driving for no reason. Almost as bad as idling the car while waiting for something.
I've found the best way to burn off frustration? Sweaty Yoga.
So- I rolled out my mat and practiced until my brain and body were tired. As winter grows nearer, I'm finding my spirit and body are craving a more intense, steam blowing practice. Thank goodness when I actually DO find the studio in time there's a yoga practice as a result to stave off the "Yoga Drive Implosion" or "YDI".
Anyone else feeling this?
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