"I'm doing it!" I said excitedly and a little bit like a mentalist when I arrived. "The 30 days, I mean - I'm doing the 30 day challenge!" (I thought it best that I should clarify exactly what it was I was 'doing')
"Brilliant," she replied, beaming at me a bit like a proud mum even after their simpleton child has staggered in last in a primary school egg and spoon race. "How do you feel?"
"Really good, actually," I said. "All my classes since Monday have been amazing."
"Great, but don't be disappointed if you do find that you have a bad class at some point. You can hit a wall where your body just tells you to chill out."
"Yeah, I'm kind of prepared for that, and I'm surprised it's not happened already to be honest. It's been great so far though - I wake up in the morning and think 'yay, yoga in 10 hours!'"
That's when she looked me straight in the eye and said "well, first of all you really need to get a life…"
So class went well AGAIN (I expect you all want me to have that bad class now just so I stop sounding so smug, don't you?), and as usual quality teacher lady kept it all fun and lighthearted, which helped bring the best out of us. Probably the peak of hilarity came when she was explaining how to do a Bikram sit-up and actually quoted the man himself:
"An empty barn is better than a barn full of naughty cows."
I have no idea what that actually means or how it was related to achieving the perfect sit-up, but it was very funny.
Just after class while I was chilling out max and relaxing with my eyes closed on my Batman towel I felt something nudge my arm. I opened my peepers to see a chap I've occasionally chatted to standing over me.
"How *do* you do those toe-stands?" he said.
"Um, I dunno," I replied. "I just, y'know, do them…"
He looked at me with mock anger, harumphed, and stormed off, pausing only briefly to turn round and shout "I HATE YOU AND YOUR BLOODY TOWELS!"
Did I mention I'm loving yoga at the moment?