My yoga weeks begin with Saturdays, and I once again climbed the three flights of stairs for Hatha I, again, husband in tow. He's become a bit of a yoga addict, I might find myself in his shadow.

I am surprised at how quickly I hear that it is time for Shavasana, or corpse pose, and I am wondering why that is the case. I will explore that this morning.

My quads are tingly. They are very tight, maybe even shortened muscles from years of sitting at a desk, and no stretching.

We are left with what we have created.