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Sep. 13th, 2004 05:59 pmSo, boy wants to go to a yoga class tonight. That's fine--it's at the boondocks location of ACAC, so I'll go with him. I figured I could swim. I decided this last week.
What I didn't count on was having a raw scalp. *wince*
I'll go, I'll swim. This is gonna hurt.
I can't do yoga at ACAC because they can't find out what the source/vendor of their mats is and, therefore, can't ascertain whether they are natural rubber or synthetic. Even if I took my own mats, I could potentially be in a room full of rubber (or on a floor that had lots of rubber on it). That sucks. It's a good thing I don't really want to do yoga. I've been warned that I should only do it with an extremely attentive instructor because of the way my joints work, anyhow.
What I didn't count on was having a raw scalp. *wince*
I'll go, I'll swim. This is gonna hurt.
I can't do yoga at ACAC because they can't find out what the source/vendor of their mats is and, therefore, can't ascertain whether they are natural rubber or synthetic. Even if I took my own mats, I could potentially be in a room full of rubber (or on a floor that had lots of rubber on it). That sucks. It's a good thing I don't really want to do yoga. I've been warned that I should only do it with an extremely attentive instructor because of the way my joints work, anyhow.
