To help keep me on track with my yoga in the absence of a teacher, Mr. Z devised a gold star system to reward me for good yogi behavior. Just like a little kid’s chore chart–you know, brush your teeth every morning and evening without putting up a fuss and you get a dinosaur sticker on Saturday, clean your bedroom four weekends in a row and get an ice cream sundae, that kind of thing. For me, I have to do my full practice three times a week and at least partial practice three times a week to get one gold star. I then accumulate gold stars, which I can exchange for dinner dates, back rubs, and the like. I think it’s a pretty good deal. So what if it’s completely ridiculous- – I like it! Don’t hate on the inner preschooler.
So last week, week one, I got a gold star for doing full practice three days and partial practice three days, as planned. This week . . . too bad there’s not a silver star option. But it’s not too late! My week ends on Saturday, so there’s still a chance to do one more full practice and earn my gold star. Then I’m that much closer to an on-demand back rub.
I just hope my newest Weird Yoga Injury doesn’t hold me back tomorrow. I stubbed my second toe on my schmancy Maduka Eko mat pretty hard whilst attempting a yoga photo shoot for my other blog and now blood is welling up at the nail bed. God, I hope my toenail doesn’t fall off. Methinks yoga and photography might just not go together. . .
And as long as I have my camera out, for your viewing pleasure, a charming photo of our resident squirrelly troublemaker:
Isn’t he cute? Here he is again: