Thursday, July 7, 2011

Toga! Toga! Toga!

Er, I mean, Yoga! Yoga! Yoga!

I went to a yoga class yesterday afternoon and Sadie kicked my butt shoulders. And upper back. And triceps.

I shouldn't be surprised that the muscles that hurt most this morning are the ones I don't use when I walk.

Sadie is visiting her family and agreed to teach a class. I took one with her when she was here last year and was eager to try again. I love taking fitness classes, much more than working out with a DVD. The class was full to overflowing, which meant I didn't have to worry too much about having my form corrected very often.

Honestly, though, I think I did pretty well, and from the way my muscles responded, I think I should probably practice a little more often than once a year.

I haven't been walking since I can't remember when. It's been several days now. My husband could probably tell you, he likes to keep track of things like that. Either I've been too busy with Other Things, or it's been Hot as Hell. At any rate, I've no doubt I could knock off five miles if I had to. In other words, my fitness level hasn't significantly diminished due to taking a few days off. How do I know?

I made it all the way through the yoga class. And I didn't even want to leave early. Heh.


gingersnapper said...

Shoot, everyone is doing yoga. I guess I will have to jump on the bandwagon with the cool kids.

Debbi said...

Oh, I'm not a cool kid. The cool kids probably practice daily. I don't think an annual yoga class qualifies as "cool." Heh.