YOGA

Yesterday, I decided to try the "yoga-craze". Now I have done yoga in the past, and I really enjoyed it. My yoga phase was years ago. I think it was 1999 or 2000. I didn't feel as if it were a work-out, but it improved other work-outs by providing flexibility and strength. At the time, Claire was a newborn and Justin and I were both in school, so the best part about yoga was the peaceful hour it provided.

Since I have heard such rave reviews recently about yoga, I attended my first yoga class at the "oh, so snobby" gym here in CO. It was ok, but a little weird. I think this was more of an instructional class. I hate to be "singled-out." The beginning of the class she posed the question who was new. There were two of us. She then made us move to the front near her so she could "keep an eye on us". UGH!

Throughout the class I felt ok and was gaining a little confidence in what I was doing. I seemed to achieve the poses relatively well...key work relatively. However, this confidence came CRASHING TO THE GROUND on the last pose. It was some weird pretzel, something pose, i.e sitting on the floor with your legs crossed around your body...not natural. Those of you that know me are aware that "Mee-maw" doesn't have the best knees or the greatest flexibility in the lower body region. Frankly, I couldn't do what she was asking me. It hurt!! She stopped class, came to me, and kinda asked (smugly), "What are you doing?" I wanted to say that I am TRYING the best I can... you tree-hugging b*&^$#. But I refrained and politely smiled in my humiliation and continued my best effort.

After my yoga humiliation, I ran a couple of miles trying to redeem my self in the work-out world...in my delusional mind that anyone cares. My verdict on yoga is still undecided. I think I should give it another try...maybe a different teacher.

P.S. My Colorado-induced anger toward people verified the fact that I need to do more yoga. I guess my ZEN needs some work, huh?