Betrayed by my yoga mat (soon to be a tv movie)

Where to begin...

It is still not really all that wintry but that has not stopped me from wearing my big arse coat about town. This means that several times a day I nearly pass out because of heat exhaustion. However, I am determined to get my monies worth from this purchase so I will persevere wearing it on the subway even if it does double my volume and stop me from sliding into those teeny tiny spaces.

I went to my first yoga class of the New Year this evening. My first class in a week ten days fortnight. I knew that it would be brutal because I have morphed into a blancmange. I had to do my chaturangas on my knees rather than "lose the integrity of the pose". This is a big step for me (I gave my ego the night off), normally I tend to me in a state of denial and try to give the impression that I like practise all the time at home but I knew that my form and mat would give me away. Whenever I neglect my mat, leave it all rolled up in a dark corner of the apartment I know that when I next take it to class the edges wont lay flat and everyone will know how lazy I am. Some how I always am the yogi with curled up edges - I think the others iron their mats before class.