Am wearing my bug pajamas - they are yellow and have grasshoppers, moths, beetles and other such creepy crawlies on them. Mom gave them to me before I went to college, along with a matching sheet and pillow case set. I like wearing them, because when I feel like being invisble, I can slip under my sheets and I’m instantly camoflauged. And I’m like *now you see me* *now you don’t*

I’m wearing the bugs cause I need comfort. Today has been a long, long day - and the next couple don’t look too hot either.

So I went to the gym today, thinking yoga could be the order of the day - my 90 minutes of peace amongst the storm. On my way to the gym I tromped through a huge pile of mud. There was so much mud in my jams that it seriously affected my balance. I felt like I had polio or something; felt like one leg was several inches taller than the other, which maybe it really was.

But then … I was like “oh god, now my shoes are dirty and they won’t let me into the studio with its polished, pale, wooden floors.” But then I remembered for yoga you always take off your shoes anyway. No harm, no foul.

But then … yoga class is full, and I’m not allowed entrance. Who goes to yoga on Sunday nights anyway? Freaks. Anywho, there I am in my clodhoppers, feeling like my name is Hansel and Gretel, as I leave a telling trail of brown stuff throughout the gym.

But then … the lady who says yoga is full, says she’ll give me a pass to reebok core instead. And then I’m giddy, cause I only paid for the economy fitness pass - the cheapy pass, the one which restricts you from taking cool classes like the ‘core. Suddenly, a wave of pure bliss spreads over me, and the idea of a *free* class temporarily shuts down all normal brain function.

And I forget about the mountains of mud stuck to my tootsies.

And then I learned the ‘core is a jumping around type of class.

And then, before I knew it, my board was encrusted with, and surrounded by, chunky pieces of dirt.

And I am *so* embarrased, cause it’s real obvious against the damn polished wood.

Then I am real embarrased when we do “step drills”, where the whole class feverently runs around in a path which - of course - is right infront of my dirtiness. Yes, the whole class is front and center to the trainwreck that is my personal core-sphere. And they all have clean sneaks.

Sometimes I feel like i’m that guy from roman mythology who is cursed to roll the stone up the mountain for all of eternity. He of course, never makes it anywhere.

Posted in VT, Reflection