Variety

One of my favorite Other Teachers (ie, not my regular one) subbed tonight.  Class was, as is her style, a lot of work on things that seemed minor and mostly not that hard at the time that make you sore later.  (There was one part where we were putting our hands against the wall and turning our shoulders out; and, OMG, that was hard.  But I have weak shoulders and arms, so.)  Anyway, I just got up to refill my water and noticed several muscles checking in to tell me how much they truly hate me. 

I do love Sensei, but, man, this is *such* a good feeling.  But, well, it's a timing issue - Sensei's the only one who has non-beginner classes at a time I can get to. 

(The sub yesterday turns out to be someone who semi-regularly goes to a class I attend; I had no idea she was a teacher because her name isn't spelled the way I think it sounds and I just never connected the two.)  Her class was fun - she made some of us do (partnered) headstands in the middle of the room.  That was *scary*.  (Salamba shirshasana = my worst inversion.  And I'm not particularly good at inversions anyway.)