So apparently all the yoga classes are heated. The Fire one that I did yesterday just happens to be hotter. Fortunately for me this class was only an hour long and because it wasn’t that hot, I didn’t feel light headed. Although I was seriously regretting the glass of pineapple juice that I had when I was in the downward dog position for about the 100th time.
The good thing about exercising with your boss is that when she suggests going to another class the following day, you immediately say okay before you can come up with an excuse not to. I am someone who thinks any form of activity or exercise is torture. A couple of years ago, I got a gym membership so I could take pilates and yoga with Ting. We went to a handful of classes before she found out she was pregnant with Logan. We haven’t been back. B went to the gym like every flippin day and I would tag along to be a good sport, but I dreaded going. I’m sure he knew I hated it, but I never complained. At least I don’t think I did. I’m sure he could tell you different. I would spend the whole time on the treadmill, because I was intimated by all the other exercise equipment.
Anyway I’m starting to dread yoga and it’s only been two classes. We’re going back tomorrow. We, as in my boss and I. She got one of my quad-mates to go with us today. I’m sure by next weekend the whole dang company will up there. I am so sore it’s not even funny. What is funny are all the grunts and groans you hear throughout class. We had to do this move that I kept hearing the instructor call “chimichanga”, but I doubt that’s what it’s called. It’s basically a push up and all these people were groaning like crazy on the way down. Just by the sound alone, a passerby wouldn’t know it was a yoga class if you know what I mean.
You really don’t have time to pay much attention to the other people in the studio, because you’re too busy trying to keep your balance. However during the chimichanga, I happened to look up at this woman in front of me and saw all her business. She was wearing these teeny tiny shorts with wide legs. I had been thinking of getting some yoga shorts myself, but after the show I got today, I think I’ll stick to the capris and pants.
