For the past few years Suzy has been hosting a small yoga class in our garage for a group of ladies from church. Recently, I thought it would be good to have a very basic yoga video for me to use to stretch and increase my deteriorating flexibility.
So this morning Suzy decided that instead of going to the gym she would break out the video. She delayed getting up and made enough noise that I lost all hope of going back to sleep so…I decided today was the day for my first foray into the world of yoga.
What a freaky, earthy, granola, female dominated world it is. (If the world of yoga really isn’t that way, at least the world of yoga videos in
While focusing on “relaxing the inner edges of my eye sockets” and trying to figure out where my “sacrum” was, I strived to “meet each pose with integrity” and remember the most beneficial poses to use “during my menstrual cycle.” Needless to say, I found some of the video difficult to relate to. The rest of the video I just found difficult. The lady looked easily 20 years older than me but conservatively a thousand percent more flexible. I have to say, if you can get past all the foofy hippie garbage, yoga will kick you in your be-hind.
About halfway through the video, the boys woke up and decided to join in. So there we were, two bouncy little boys, a 7 month pregnant mom and a 37 year old bag of dried up ligaments, tendons and muscles attempting to contort ourselves all over the floor. Let's just say that posing with "integrity" requires a sacrifice of dignity.
You’re welcome for the visual.