To Yoga, Or Not To Yoga?

To yoga, or not to yoga is certainly the question! I went with P and Snot Head, aka my little sister, to a half hour yoga class at our gym. I have done the 15 minute McDonald's yoga work out at home before and thought I would like to try this class.

Did I mention that I did the McD's yoga work out in the privacy of my own home?

Did I mention that I am extremely under coordinated?

Did I mention that I have a mild case of laughing out loud in uncomfortable situations?

Did I also mention that I want to strangle my own children for the very same behavior?

Surely I mentioned these things to my sister and friend before dragging off to a yoga class. Ha! Sure I did!

Anyway, I got to the gym a few minutes early and met up with P, who borrowed one of the yoga mats from my house. She and I carried in the mats, what felt like 9304834085 water bottles and our change of shoes. I signed in quickly and ran off to get my mat in place before the whole back row of the classroom was full! I unrolled my mat before I ran to the bathroom and as I was flinging my mat out, the crochet hook that I thought was lost forever came flying out across the classroom! It was strange, embarrassing and funny all at the same time!

I came back from the bathroom to find that the class was starting without me. I tried to sneak in and be unnoticed, but some how that is nearly impossible when you are me! I am always making unnecessary noise, or laughing, or doing something to get into trouble! The class was just a series of stretches, but not the kind of stretches I do before I get on the treadmill. No, not at all! I can say that some of those stretches left me wondering if my foot was really going to get stuck by my opposite wrist! NO KIDDING!

So, you may be wondering if it worked??? I would have to say YES! I am in pain sitting at my computer desk! I have the worst case of SCREAMING ABS that I think I have ever experienced! Also, for some reason the palms of my hands have been crying in pain all morning long!

Plans for next week?

I plan to not find a crochet hook lodged anywhere in my mat! I plan not to lay on the mat and laugh, more than maybe twice during the half hour class and I plan to be able to sit upright the next day without being able to hear my torso screaming in pain! Now, we'll have to see if it works that way!

Any gamblers?

Gym?!? Pain?!? Agony, for sure!!!

Ok, so my husband had this great idea that we should start at the gym and I would normally just shoot down any idea that involves spending more money than we already do, but I really loved the idea of getting out of the house to do my work out, so I said ok. I rethought it and tried to get out of it a few times, but then S. came up with the idea of having me invite a friend to sign up with me--his way of making sure I would not be able to change my mind. His idea worked! Lucky him, for once!

Anyway, I started on Monday and my sister, who has had her membership for a month or so, went with me. I might add that the gym is new to our area. Either way, we went Monday and I did a full 30 minutes on the treadmill. I even worked up the courage to do a little jogging/running at the end of the 30 minutes. I HATE THE IDEA OF PEOPLE LOOKING AT ME! And, then it was on to the weight machines. This was cut a little short, because it took a little time for the gym owner to show me and a few other ladys around, when we first showed up. Blah, blah, blah! So, anyway, I made my way around the weight machines and when my hour, the amount of time I have alotted for myself, was up, I went home.

On to day two...

Day two I was set to go with my friend, who had had a meeting the night before and was unable to go along. We met at the gym at 6:30. My friend brought a friend and my sister showed up too, so we had our own little work out squad. HA! Anyway, we did our 30 minutes and headed for the weight machines. All was well and good until P, my friend, got on the backward strangely set up sit up machine thingy and I started having visions of bad bodily happenings! I could not help but laugh. I told P's friend to tell her not to have any bad bodily happenings, as that is not proper gym behavior. Then, I turned into a giggling 11 year old boy and told my sister to cease and desist, because I did not want her to be a casualty of war! (ok, maybe not in exactly those words, but pretty damned close) Then, P started laughing, and she was the one on the machine! Hilarious!

Oh, I sort of forgot the point! I was supposed to tell you that I had to be air-lifted into this computer chair, because my legs ache so much!!!

Do you suppose this is the adult ADHD kicking in?