I decided that I had to get back to exercising and there’s a wonderful, reasonably-priced yoga studio that has opened up half a block from my house and has classes at times that I can actually make and still arrive at work at a decent hour.
I have been there for a total of three visits and I am here to tell you that after each class, I am hurting in a whole new part of my body – me, a veteran of hundreds of yoga classes! Left flank? Check. Shoulders and neck? Oh, yeah! Lower back? If it could talk, it’d be saying, “^%$%#&*&&(*&*&!!”
I suppose this is good, right? I am moving muscles I never have moved before, presumably? This will reduce my blood pressure, increase my stamina and lower my LDL? Well, it better. At the moment I’m pretty sure I’m walking at a visible tilt. I’m also fighting an uncontrollable urge to ask Pancake if she can demonstrate the right alignment for Downward Facing Dog, that sweet little yogi puppy.