My neck has been well for about a week now, and although my PT appointment for my shoulder isn't until Monday, I really could go back to yoga. I don't know why I haven't yet. Frankly, it's alarming to me how quickly I went from wanting to go but not being able to, to being able to go but not particularly wanting to.
Well, Friday is (or used to be) my favorite class of the week, so I decided this morning would be a good day to force myself to get back in the swing of things. I finished up the work I was doing for Sneezy, notified them that I'd be back to do more in an hour and a half, brushed my teeth, combed my hair, put on yoga clothes, found my stuff, wrapped up in my scarf and coat and gloves, and opened the door to the garage.
Empty! M.H. had one car at a coffee shop, and Dex had the other parked at school (a recent development I'm apparently not used to yet).
I just stood there and laughed. It's 10 minutes to yoga class, and the gym's almost a mile away. Plus, it's -3 degrees out and there's a foot of snow on the ground.
There's a beginner's yoga class tomorrow morning, and I think I'll try to go. I might be a beginner again at this point.