Yoga

The intention was there. The Sweaty Betty bathing suit was there. But even after ten minutes in the steamroom there was no way I could simultaneously move my arms and legs. Which makes swimming kinda impossible. Even Phelps wouldn't be able to. So no swimming after my yoga class. I do like yoga. I like coming to class early and lie on my mat for ten minutes in complete silence. I like turning and twisting and stretching myself. I like the feeling after a good workout. But when the instructor said this would be a vigorous class, I was getting worried. He may have been on hols for three weeks, the class hadn't! I wasn't the only one struggling, but I was by far the most inexperienced of the people around me. Not only did this class get my hard racing more than I bargained for, but the positions! Don't know what they were all called, but picture standing on your left foot, with the left hand on the floor, right leg stretched towards the ceiling and twist your body as if you were in between two close walls and then look at your right hand pointing to the ceiling. Get it? I didn't.

So no swimming today. Instead I will go into town for a nice lunch, read the paper in a park and meet Canadian Danielle from the Dam for dinner and a show. Well deserved.

Wet wet wet

Not here, don't worry. London is sunny now, was sunny yesterday and was actually sunny the past three weeks. Can't believe how wet it must have been in parts of the lowlands! The pics in the paper were shocking!

Went to Covent Garden yesterday to meet an old travel buddy (we met in the Alice in 2003) for lunch. I just stood in front of a shop and watched people for 20 minutes before meeting her. Amsterdam is surely not boring when it comes to the variety of people but London really is a different story. Amazing. Will go out soon with my camera and capture some of London's street life.

My body hurts everywhere from yesterday's yoga class which is kinda nice. The teacher said yoga is like cycling, and a four year gap in practicing yoga doesn't matter. I can assure you it isn't like cycling. Then again, I kinda lost the ability to cycle when I didn't ride my bike for a few years. So maybe it is just me. Aerobic's class in an hour, then head to town to get some bits and bobs for the house. Life is quiet and low paced and absolutely lovely.