Once a week a friend (I’ll call her that for now) and I get together to do some sort of physical activity. This summer while our kids were out of school we walked around the path around the playscape. We have gone biking together when the weather permits, we’ve walked the mall, ect… You get the idea. So she says to me on Monday “I’ve got this fancy gym membership, I can take you in as a guest. There is a yoga class. What do you say?” Being the type of person I am I said “Sure, sounds like fun.” I thought I had done yoga before. I was WRONG!
So we went. Walk into the yoga studio and it is dimly lit, and soothing music is playing. Sounds great right? The instructor walks in, cranks the heat up to 90 degrees. I kid you not, about half way through the instructor says “While planting your left foot on the ground, take your left hand and grab your right toes to cross you right foot over you left hip. Now bend forward, hands over head. Feel that stretch. Breath out that negative energy.” This was the point where I was just happy to be breathing, forget about that negative energy bunk! I mutter just loud enough for my friend to hear me “I hate you.” I left that class feeling like I accomplished something by just not passing out!
The day after the class (yesterday) I felt like someone had skewered me on a rotisserie and beat me from the top of my ribs to my knees. I hurt so bad. I am happy to report that today I am indeed fine. Although Sass told everybody who called the house yesterday that I was beat up by Yoga.