My quads were aching yesterday from Sunday's Kundalini class, but Evie kept me motivated to go to class anyway. I'm glad I went because I was less sore. Bill led the exact stretches my body needed, and the soundtrack was seasonal and amusing. (One of my criteria for a good dance class is the teacher's thoughtfulness in actually selecting a soundtrack for the class and not running over to the stereo after every song to find the song they really want to hear for the next section of the lesson. Do your preparation at home, teachers.)
Sixteen days left this month, two of which are holidays. Twelve classes to go. I have my eyes on two classes with Evie Thursday, a class on my own and one with the mister on Saturday, another class Sunday, and a class Tuesday. That's 94 before my holiday commitments. I wonder which studios are open Christmas Eve.