101. Deception. It’s french for anti-climax

yoga-painThis is a picture of the location of the yoga class I was going to do this morning.

Googled it, mapped it, dressed for it, researched the language required to ask for a single class, walked to it.

In my mind, I had already embraced that stretched, exultant, I’m too sexy  for my activewear feeling that was going to sustain me all day.

But I was the only person in Aix who thought this was even remotely a good idea. Or maybe they saw me coming and locked the gates.

Anyway you look at it it was a big fat deception.