I took my last class yesterday (Weds.) at 3:45, with the luminous Namastasia at the helm. After the pranayama breathing, she gave a warm smile and announced to the class that I was about to head off to teacher training. Then she cocked an eyebrow at me and asked if I'd like to lead the class in the Half Moon/Hands to Feet pose. Uhhhh...oh sure, what the hell, I know it, right? Wrong, wrong, little yogini-in-training. Quite a few more pauses and stutters before Anastasia leaped to the rescue. This was *exactly* the wakeup call I needed, too. That's the proof of a great teacher.
So, anyway: I'm in Portland, having wasted a little time at Target, and a bit of cash, and now to hit that old I-5 and see how far I get today. Rainy and foggy is the forecast. Determined and still slightly sheepish is my mindframe.