Underneath it all

Workout: 1.5-mile walk with Denali and 60-minute Slow Flow yoga class

It's official, folks. I had my first dream about yoga. And let me tell you, it wasn't a good one.

I was late. Very late for my 9 a.m. yoga class - like 2.5 hours - and the instructor/owner was none too pleased with me. She told me that she wasn't sure that I should be welcome in her yoga studio. It might not be the right "fit."

Anxious to prove her wrong, I joined a class about to begin. I unrolled my mat and began to stretch, soon realizing that I was not dressed appropriately for class. I was wearing a short, tight T-shirt dress (like this one here) ... and nothing else. Picturing myself giving a free show, I managed to procure a pair of '80s printed shorts via theft.

I was excited to get started but the drama didn't end there. Ten minutes into the class, someone stole my mat. I tried to convince her that it was mine, the brown stains evidence from a poor paint job in an old apartment but my efforts were unsuccessful. I stormed out in tears, and I was greeted by a yogi master. He asked me what was wrong and as I began to tell him, he walked away to talk "business" with someone else. I was left crying on the step.

So ... yeah ... I'm not sure what all that means. I'm thinking it was a sign to start carrying a pair of underthings in the event that I'm so preoccupied that I find myself going commando.

Or maybe it was just a feeling being foreshadowed, like how I felt when I discovered that I got hit with a parking ticket outside the yoga studio. My inability to find an extra nickel for 12 minutes cost me $5. Boo!

Do you dream about workouts ... running, yoga, biking? I had race anxiety nightmares before my half marathon in September that often involved me DNFing.