I felt my muscles tense up as soon as the instructor guided us into downward dog. Child’s pose was child’s play.
Obviously.
“And breathe…” the instructor sighed.
When I’d walked into the class, my makeup was melting off even before I stepped into the insanely hot room. I had just finished chasing down a mark. He got away, and I climbed through a couple of dumpsters just to be sure I wasn’t missing anything.
“And breathe…”
The room was thick with the scent of essentail oils, which thankfully masked the pungent smell I’d walked in with. Made sense – they needed to mask the grotesque smell of sweat from the classes. It was so humid I felt like choking.
As we moved into cobra, I looked myself in the mirror and deeply regretted my decision to wear makeup today. It was a new thing, or maybe I’d have had something waterproof. I didn’t think about that.
I don’t think the exercise is completely what wiped it out. I had more than once wiped my eyes or scratched at my face and it had messed up the whole arrangement. I’d been wearing more feminine clothes when I found my mark, and I think that’s why I lost him too.
I’d have to try this whole feminine experiment another day. Hopefully on a less exciting one. And definitely not tomorrow.
Tomorrow would be the day I hit my mark.
Words of Crepuscule 