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 Posted: Fri May 27, 2016 11:15 pm
(( in case you were curious? idk. i like making these for civvie stuff))
Lindsey walked into this large fitness center. She had seen some flyers about it when she was out having coffee last. In fact, they had one of those boxes in the lobby between the outside door and inner door to the cafe itself. Normally, she had never been the type of person to really truly dedicate herself to rigorous exercise. She took mile walks three times a week and went dancing. She once did take a pole dancing class as a form of exercise. She gave that up at the time due to not having money or any viable way to have one installed back when she lived at home with her parents. Yeah. They'd never have gone for that. Her mother would have asked her what they neighbors would think. Surely, they'd all ask.
Still, with times being what they were; Lindsey found herself short on friends. When those shifts would come when her beloved would be stuck on duty at the hospital for long shifts. She had to find more things to do to preoccupy herself. Sure, some might find it pathetic and stupid that from most appearances to others on the outside; she didn't do anything but wait around for him to have time for her. Alas, what was one to do when you lose your previous identity. The only thing to really do is to rebuild a new one. That was taking longer than she had presumed it would.
This yoga thing sounded like a great solution. They had classes here daily. What's more; she could save lots of money if she bought her membership in six month plans, and she could save even more with a full year. Sure, money wouldn't likely be an issue much longer. Still, old habits die hard. She was used to a whole life of middle class living. Not that her family was poor. Far from it. They weren't struggling for food while she was growing up, but her parents didn't waste money on unnecessary things like fitness clubs.
She spent almost an hour at the registration desk. She had started to get annoyed at the tactics used to attempt to also enroll her in classes for things she didn't want. She was just coming here for this one class. She needed this; she had heard a lot about how yoga was good for helping clear one's mind.
Choosing a life with Xander had cost her pretty much everyone else who had ever meant anything to her. The weight and cost of that choice came at times like bursts of grief. It was odd to feel like instead of people you loved dying around you; you died to them. Yet, she didn't regret making her choice. If she had to make it again; she'd do it every time. She didn't regret choosing him. This new version of herself as time went on felt more and more like this had always been her real self. The self she had waited so very long to find.
Luckily, she had finished just in time to join a beginner's session. She was a little late to it, so everyone stopped to look at her. She made a sheepish smile with an apologetic wave to everyone else.
"Sorry~". Heh.... How embarrassing...
Hearing the instructor direct her to a spot and then ask everyone to start the next position.
Lindsey rolled out her mat, and she looked around at what everyone else was doing.
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Posted: Thu Jun 02, 2016 4:45 pm
Matti had almost not come to her weekly yoga class this time. Today had just been one of those days and all she really wanted was to go home and curl up with a good book, maybe bake some of her favorite cookies. But she also knew that she always felt better after yoga. So she had dragged herself away from staring wistfully at her worn but very comfortable couch to change into her favorite black yoga pants and a dark blue tank top. The top was loose enough that her green sports bra could be seen, but she figured people showed off more than that. Even if her music students saw her, she wasn't dressed in a way that she would be uncomfortable with.
She ran her hands through her close-cropped hair and was ready to go. She was feeling a little better already, having made the decision to go and she knew that the steady breathing and easy stretching of the beginners' class would help leech her stress away. The class wasn't far from her apartment, so she walked the distance, letting the extra warm-up empty her mind and help her relax.
Once she was in the class, she barely noticed when someone walked in late except the new woman took up the empty spot next to her. Matti sent her a small encouraging smile as they eased into the next position. "First time here?" she asked quietly.
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Posted: Thu Jun 02, 2016 8:52 pm
"That obvious?" Lindsey replied in kind to a question she heard. After getting on her mat, she turned her head to take in the person who had spoke. "Yeah. I've actually never taken any classes or instruction in yoga at all. I figured what the hey. It seems an effective method for both exercising and unstressing for lots of people; so why not me too."
She paused and watched the instructor do the move. She waited as she watched what looked like more adept students do that as well. She mused to herself that getting all loosey goosey like this couldn't be a bad thing. She wasn't getting any younger at a nice ripe age of 30. Sure, she wasn't like OLD, but she felt sure for some reason that time had a way of slipping by people. She smirked to herself imagining how being able to be more flexible would manifest itself at home.
"Lindsey, nice to meet you. Do you come a lot?" She was glad she caught herself. She nearly slipped and introduced herself by her old name. She hoped that apt to do that would eventually go away.
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Posted: Tue Jun 07, 2016 6:54 pm
Matti smiled a bit and shook her head. "No, I just haven't seen you here before," she answered. "I come for the stress relief, myself." She gave the other woman a smile as the instructor gave them a new pose to shift into. She could feel her muscles releasing tension as she molded herself into the new position, her breath easing out of her lungs. Coming here was definitely the right idea.
"Nice to meet you, Lindsey. I'm Mathilde, but most call me Matti. I try to come every week." It was easy to smile at this woman, and she wondered idly if they could be friends. She didn't have very many, but she was busy between her school work and her after school classes at the academy.
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