It’s Official, I’m a Pretzel
I had my second Yoga class yesterday (Yea Me for having the courage for round two!) and today it’s official, I’m a pretzel. I will say that second class was easier than the first if for no other reason than I pretty much knew what to expect. (The first class was total shock.) A class is much different than a video or DVD I’m finding out. At home I don’t feel any pressure to be fluid with my movements or to push myself into the harder poses. In class you decide something is too hard , you look next to you and someone else doing is doing it and next thing you know, like a lemming you are right behind them trying it too! For the most part this is good because it pushes you to go beyond what you thought you could do which is how we grow. On the otherhand some of us (okay me this time) can get too competitive and end up in a pose they can’t get out of. ( I had to rock myself out like a truck stuck in the mud! Look there was no way I was going to admit defeat and ask someone to pull me out unless ligaments were tearing, I have my pride!). All in all I am enjoying the challenge and it makes me feel great. Heck it was something I always wanted to try after reading interviews with all these celebrities extolling it’s virtues. I don’t know if my body will end up looking like Madonna’s or if I’ll be able to have sex for days on end like Sting but if I can be calmer and lose a little gut I’ll mark it as a win.