*grumpy*

Our yoga instructor must have announced last week that she wasn't going to be around today, because none of the regulars showed up. Instead, we had a Pilates instructor fill in.

I tried very hard not to be grumpy about doing Pilates. There was only myself and one other Indian woman who also had come to do yoga, so it would have been very mean to walk out on the instructor. I gave it a shot and felt like a dork bouncing on the stupid bouncy ball and waved my legs around and whatever. At the end, we had to balance a ball on our feet, which made me feel like a circus attraction. The sub said she knew nothing at all about yoga, which made me wonder why she'd been picked to cover the class.

Being a good sport about something unexpected is something I'm trying to work on in my personality, so I feel happy about giving it a try.

But.

I wanted to do yoga this afternoon, not balance a ball on my feet. Our instructor is really good and the class is good for strength and stretching and relaxing, and it doesn't make me feel dum-dum, and I can even do the "OM" without feeling stupid - it just feels like part of the exercise. I look forward to it every week and I'm still grouchy that I expected one thing and got another.

At least I wasn't a bitch about it for once. :P