Today I was assaulted. I was caught off guard and beaten. I went to yoga.
My workout routines have primarily been based around running, but a nagging injury to my hip has me sidelined from that for a while, so I decided to give the Monday evening yoga class a try. I was all prepped for a class of soft chimes, a hippie lady spraying the room with scented oils while telling me about my shakra (or something like that), and getting in some nice stretches for my hip...Wrong!
What I got was a lovely Indian woman- prepared for battle. I was bended and stretched into all kinds of wacky positions, and there were some points where I was sure I would never emerge. I heard something pop. I knew it was one of my limbs, but I couldn't tell which one, or if it was still attached. I grabbed a foam block at the beginning of class along with a long strap- because that's what everyone else did. I later learned the block was the yoga version of training wheels, which I needed...and then fell off of. The strap was used for the bondage portion of the class. Then she said something about going to the Himalayas, which sounded great until I realized that was "yoga" for push ups. What?!? What about the hippie with nice music and a gong? I left exhausted and about 3.5" taller than I was when I started. Now I know why my sisters-in-law have such awesome bodies. That crap is hard!
Looking forward to next week!
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