I'm pouring sweat, my heart is racing and my legs are shaking... why, she MUST have run a good 5 miles, you say? No... I went to PILATES. Seriously, who woulda thunk? Let me just say I am probably the most inflexible female on the planet. Much to my junior high girl dismay, I could never even do the splits.
Dear Daughter, on the other hand, can do things with her arms and legs that, well... just should not be allowed. As for me, this is what
I sounded like at my first pilates class...
Mimi has always said I could never sneak up on anyone with all my poppin' joints...NOT pretty. I actually enjoyed the class, and realize as I am getting
old more mature it would benefit me to increase my flexibilty. Not fooling myself, I will NEVER be one of those zen yogis who can wrap their toes around their ears, but it might be nice to be able to at least TOUCH my toes without having to curl into a ball.
|Yogi Yam Print|
As sore as I am now, there was something extremely relaxing in the process... the breathing, the soothing music, the stretching, that whole mind/body thing. I might have actually stopped thinking for about three minutes about the orthodontist appointment, volleyball game, swim meet, car repairs and unpacking that I have to do... ok, maybe two minutes. I know when I was holding that plank all I was thinking about was strangling my instructor with my yoga mat.
I could be convinced to try it again... maybe, just MAYBE even venture into an actual yoga class. The one and only time I tried a yoga class with one of my BFF's, we got the giggles so bad we nearly got thrown out.
Here is a pic of that fiasco...
Yeah... that's totally not me.
But admit it, I had you fooled for a second there, didn't I?