November 7^th, Sunny

My Sunday was destroyed by indiscipline. I originally planed to spend the morning on doing exercises and all the rest hours on studying.

It was my first Yoga class. I did not imagine the teacher was over sixty years old, an Indian man with white hair and a beer belly. He said he had taught Yoga in the last fifteen years which confused me so much. As far as I know guys who have engaged in Yoga may shape a Yoga body, extremely slim even dry. Despite that, I was curious about an old Indian man teaching Yoga, because in China most of the Yoga teachers are young ladies. The class was quite different from that in China. I first learned that Yoga could be a less quite sport. First slow jogging, then, lift the arms up followed throwing them down at a fast speed with the knees bent. There was no discipline. Everyone did it with his/ her own rhythm. The teacher said Sunday morning was the time to release the energy and it was not good to force yourself. The gestures for the evening or working days would be very different. It turned out to be that gestures differentiated between weekend and working days. The class made me feel quite good not because of relaxing the body but I may be the youngest one in the class. Actually, I am wondering why I seldom meet young people, I mean those in their 20s. The correspondents are in middle age, the Yoga teachers are senior……Is it an aging nation? However, I like it, because thus no one always reminds me of you are not young. I like this place without crowded messages f appreciating young, particularly seeing single women of over thirty weird. It will be harmonized that those who feel not young keep the maybe boring but stable life and those who don’t lead the life they like. But it is not the case.

I went shopping after the Yoga class. It was not in the plan for resistance to a pool with warm water was impossible. How I can jump into the pool without a swimwear? Unfortunately, I did not find a sport shop but went into a cosmetic store where woman-money killer was. 90 pounds was killed. But I was not guilt because I kept telling myself I was not young and good quality cosmetic was necessary to me. Spending money was not a crime but wasting time was. I spent nearly 4 hours on shopping and could not concentrate on the books when I got home. It was a day with a good start but a bad ending.