See her?
That’s not me. Not me at all. First of all, in case I haven’t been clear, I don’t like yoga. I don’t like the struggle to maintain the positions. I don’t like having my shoulders hurt at night from maintaining downward/upward/dogs. I can’t clear my mind of all thoughts–other than “When will this be over?”
So how did I find myself VOLUNTARILY taking a yoga class at my local gym today? Yes, it was shorter than the P90x Yoga class, by 30 minutes, so that was a plus. But still, it was yoga. Somehow, I was intrigued and decided to give it a try. It had many of the same moves (I’m supposed to call them poses, aren’t I?), but a few different ones. I discovered, for example, that I could have lived my whole life and never have missed the Lizard pose.
But I got through it. In fact, I only had to skip a couple of them, and then I got right back in. I am positive that I can do better in that class now, after taking P90x, than I would have before. But will I do it again? My brain says no, but things are changing, so we’ll just have to see.
