Friday afternoon practice with K. The holiday seems to bring lots of visitors to the studio. Today I was lucky to have my peace challenged by Moaning Myrtle. Dude, it's hard work for *everyone* in the room, we're not moaning like porn stars! I smiled, caught my own breath & let Myrtle do the moaning for me.
My hips are tight tonight, as if I haven't stretched them at all -- a sign I may be slacking in my practice as I acclimate to the new studio conditions (my story, as yet unstolen).
Time to get back to work. On me!
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