Friday, December 07, 2007

power yoga

Last month, my friend talked me into going to a Pilates class with her. I'd never done Pilates. Just a few minutes into the class, I thought I was going to die and was beginning to hate my friend. I was sore for a week! (Yes, I'm completely out of shape but that is beside the point.)

I'd enjoyed yoga in the past and noticed that the same gym offered a yoga class once a week AND it was at a more conducive time for me. Life got in the way and I didn't manage to make it to the class until today. I convinced that same friend to go, too. Yeah. I didn't notice it was a "power" yoga class. My friend, who is in much better shape than me (mainly because she works out all the time and I, well, don't) kept saying it was worse than Pilates. And whose idea was this, anyway? At one point, amidst the groans and grunts, I had to turn my head toward the woman on my right. As I did so, she muttered, "Jesus!" as she tried to maintain her pose. I don't know if it was a comment or a plea for divine intervention. Either way, it's hard to maintain your breathing when you're laughing.

By the way, "power" yoga roughly translates into "ouch!"

3 comments:

trying said...

wow, power yoga. I have untold amounts of respect for you for taking that on. I like to think of life as my work out : )

Meredith said...

I hate yoga. I can't imagine my feelings for "power yoga". Maybe some day I'll stretch myself into "tolerance" for yoga, but I'm not holding my breath.

Marine Wife said...

yeah, I don't know what I was thinking!