Yoga isn't just a laptop!

I just went to my first yoga class in five or six years and I'm not saying it was good, but when I came out of it I forgot which side of the road cars drive on in the country I've lived in for only the last 18 years, heh.

It did feel like a different world: to do it now as part of the trans gym constellation of things that mean I get weightlifting and circuits (yoga is only once a month, not once a week like the others).

I am glad I did go; of the six or so people who'd booked I was the only one who turned up! So it was just me, the instructor, and their partner who's the instructor I'm used to from gym and circuits. Everybody else apparently realized the sun was out, it's a bank holiday weekend, and Manchester Pride has started. But I am old and uncool and I don't have any interest in going to Pride.

I'm not super into yoga, I did it for years because it was a class that fit in with my schedule back in the day (I'd already realized that I would never exercise without a class, a fact that's still true sadly). But it was nice to have a little oasis of time to myself and of trying to be more okay with having a body.

Kinda feels like I'm doing it with a different body now, with the ankle and everything.

I'm feeling pretty detached from my body lately which is not good; maybe this will help a bit.