Today’s Friday. According to my workout schedule, I should be heading to the gym and working on legs and shoulders. Didn’t really feel like it. Probably because I taught Boot Camp on Wednesday morning and did a quick, whole body circuit Thursday (squats, chinups, deadlifts, pushups and jump rope). Maybe because I knew that my weekend is going to be eaten up by children’s activities and I needed a bit of time to myself. Regardless, my legs convinced my brain that they needed a break and that we’d all just be better off going to yoga instead. ‘Cause yoga’s easier, right? (Wait for it.)
Well, the joke’s on them.
Seventy-five minutes of downward dog
and my own new personal nemesis, the half-spinal-twist
Notice that she’s actually clasping her hands together behind her back.
While none of these poses on their own, is particularly difficult, when you string them all together and hold them for (what feels like) forever, your legs will eventually turn to jelly.
The instructor (Andrew, of Kushala yoga) was fabulous. Encouraging us to intensify each pose with our breath, his voice was almost able to drown out my inner screams of protest. Almost.
Clearly, there’s some sort of lesson to be learned here; something about taking the easy way out and karma and getting bit in the butt, but I’m too tired to elaborate on it and instead am making my way (slowly) up the stairs to the bath to continue savasana in the bubbles….
Have you ever left a yoga class completely wrung out?
What’s your favorite yoga post?