It’s been a struggle to get the workouts done, especially with the first issue that I’m fully subbing. In fact, it has been simply impossible to go to a yoga class or even a run around the block after work. So I started dragging my ass to 7 freaking am yoga class last last week. Yes, that means I got to wake up at freaking 6 am so that I can be in class 10 minutes before 7am looking bewildered at all the crazies who are religious about attending early morning yoga.

Yes, I’m freaking tired by the time even 10am rolls around and completely spent at 3pm but I’ve made it to yoga three times this week so despite everything, I’ll try to hang on. Though next week is going to be a complete nightmare.

They say I’m a pessimist. Yes, I’m not bubbly and an eternal optimist like some of my colleagues. But I try. I moan and groan. But I get up and make things change. As much as I can.

Today, I ran the maybe 2.5km or more to yoga at Ngee Ann City for the 9am Hot Vinyasa. It was a surreal run. Apparently, no one but some crazy ang mohs running and poor construction workers being dropped off for work is awake at 8 something. Yes, I was huffing like mad by the first 400 metres and considered walking the entire way. But I managed to jog like a snail towards my destination. Thankfully, the yoga class wasn’t a killer. It felt great. For like 2 hours after, until I pigged out on Maccas breakfast and had to go to work.

But it’s been alright and I will try to keep at it. Times have changed and I’ve to change my exercise routine.

I want to do yoga outdoors in the sunlight on a wooden floor. Or in a studio with full length windows and with the sunlight spilling in. I love yoga clothes more than normal clothes. Afterall, Lululemon costs a bundle more. The only time I wish I had long hair is so I can scoop it up and make a top knot to do my sun salutations. Or like some nun in those swordfighting shows.

May 2009: Awful did:
+ Yoga 12 times
+ Muay Thai 5 times
+ Ran 4 times, total 20 km (?)

Awful also purchases 2 padded Nike sports bra (upon the ‘request’ of Siew), 2 Everlast shorts and loads of FBT nonsense.

I spent the entire day bitching to darling Dyeedyee. She is a total gem.

Today I managed to jump back to plank from forward bend in Hot Flow. I was pleasantly surprised. The unassuming process of my body being stronger and toner as I practice more and more yoga thrills me whenever I sneak a peek at the mirror and notice my ‘cut’ arms or I am able to do a pose previously unattempted.

It is hard getting used to not talking to you. But I will be able to deal with this void. Work is work after all.

Dizzy is enamored and I am so pleased and so excited and so happy!

Mambo again tomorrow! I will be wearing my new Blondie Tee.

I found this Yoga Studio in Paris from La Coquette.

The place looks so serene and perfect to do yoga. The doorway has a rustic, country side feel to it and the yoga studio has a skylight. Imagine doing yoga with the sunlight streaming in from above. Or staying in a pose while the raindrops splatter on the glass above you. I wonder how it is like to practice yoga there.

I went for Hot Hour after work. Oh well, technically after five thirty but not before heading back to the office to do a spot of work. Peak is obviously here.

I was moved to the first row right smack in front of the mirror by the cute instructor. The third row was all taken up but she wanted to move the first timers to the back so they could follow what was going on in the class. Guess who was in the third row and guess who she recognised?

I grabbed my towels (yes, more than 2 towels) and water bottle. Choosing my spot next to an ang moh girl, I almost immediately regretted by decision. The mirror was right in front of us and all I saw during the class was her. Working out next to a damn chio ang moh girl who was like taller than me and much much skinnier than me definitely did nothing for my ego. Her thighs did not even barely meet when we put our feet together. Although working out is definitely supposed to be good for the soul and perhaps even the body, somehow being in the same room as almost models wearing skin tight clothes could seriously screw with one’s mind. Especially when one is prone to scarfing down nachos and chips after dinner every night.

I went for yoga three times last week and played tennis with Sam, Hsing and Jeryl. On the exercise front, I guess I am doing well. Though I have not played tennis since last August and my strokes are totally lost. I got five blisters on my right hand. Sam asked why I did not bring my glove. It is a laugh, sometimes I wear a golf glove to play tennis. As long as I do not get blisters. The weather was brilliant, it was cloudy overhead and then it began to drizzle.

I had lunch with Sam at KFC at Bukit Panjang, then we went to Daily Scoop at Sunset Way. We had nutty macadamia (yum!), lychee martini and chendol (er..). Catching up is always a treat, especially when we have not seen each other in some time. That is something I have always taken for granted, especially living in hall when my friends were only a few steps away.

But the other stuff on my plate is overwhelming and some really distasteful. I am so so so so tired of everything.

Hot hour with the cute instructor again. Turns out she is from Montreal. Went with Miyuki and Ping. It was Ping’s first time during Hot, rather brave attempt.

I am tired and sweated buckets. But I enjoy it. Maybe not so much when I am doing it. But enough. And I like to think that it calms me down while working my body and hopefully the good sleep that has eluded me for so long will return.

I have been in a lousy mood for the longest time. A combination of the arriving peak and Chiam leaving and I really do not know what else is up. I know I should not depend on retail therapy but it is very tempting when it is lunch time and Seow keeps on repeating she needs to get CNY clothes for the 15 days of CNY.

Miyuji and I got our Pure Yoga member cards today. We have gone to hot yoga for two times and this morning, we went for the 0930 hours hot hour. The instructor was a Scandinavian woman, blond and petite and very pretty. She spoke in a lilting melody and her class almost killed me. She looks like a doll, albeit a doll with tatoos. Sometimes I wonder whether some people are destined to be those that people watch instead of being a people watcher.

So far, it has been a good experience, especially trying to dodge the call of Lululemon yoga outfits.

I just signed up at Pure Yoga yesterday. I went for two trial classes. One Hatha was bad. The following Power was good. It is not as taxing and tough as the ones that I am used to at Kryoga, especially Yvette’s classes. But the new place that the other Kryoga teachers are teaching at is in CBD but not that near to be a walking distance away. The other place that Yvetter is teaching at is really far too pricey for me. Afterall, I am not one of those ladies of leisure. And my one time experience at True Yoga with Miyuki was quite tragic.

I just need a place to do yoga, somewhere not packed like a wet market. After all, yoga should be practised in a zen like place. Plus, they stock Lululemon clothes at Pure Yoga.

Am looking forward to begin doing yoga more regularly again. Hopefully, it will lift me up from the funk I have been in this few weeks.