The half lotus
Last week, I went with my roommate to a beginners yoga class at the YMCA across the street. I've always thought that yoga was series of slow movement with slower transitions which probably burns me about 10 calories per hour but the class was surprisingly fun and challenging. Due to unfortunate circumstances, we had to set up our mats in front of the class, so for the next our, my shaky downward dog and warrior pose were a (internal) laughing stock to the rest of the class.
Tonight, I had some free time and since the Y was closed, I pulled up a youtube VIDEO and decided to follow along. 10 minutes in, I screamed, fell trying to do a head stand and collapsed shaking onto the floor. Despite discovering that I really have no coordination skills, yoga was an exhausting type of fun that leaves you with incredibly sore muscles. And to every girl, sore muscles is something to be proud of because it means that you're being "healthy" and "working out".
All that aside, if the general goal is to get sore muscles I'd much rather listen to soft music and find my inner peace than tackle those intimidating looking machines downstars at the Y. The only thing that scares me more than those machines are muscle-y tough-looking 40 year old men waiting for the bench-press. I might as well have gone to a bbq in texas for how well I fit in there.
I think I may have accidentally gone beyond the beginners range today with the youtube video, but the last 5 minutes of medication and relaxation was glorious. My friday and saturday nights were a stark contrast this weekend. And like with all things (especially with yoga), it is about finding a balance. = )
Tonight, I had some free time and since the Y was closed, I pulled up a youtube VIDEO and decided to follow along. 10 minutes in, I screamed, fell trying to do a head stand and collapsed shaking onto the floor. Despite discovering that I really have no coordination skills, yoga was an exhausting type of fun that leaves you with incredibly sore muscles. And to every girl, sore muscles is something to be proud of because it means that you're being "healthy" and "working out".
All that aside, if the general goal is to get sore muscles I'd much rather listen to soft music and find my inner peace than tackle those intimidating looking machines downstars at the Y. The only thing that scares me more than those machines are muscle-y tough-looking 40 year old men waiting for the bench-press. I might as well have gone to a bbq in texas for how well I fit in there.
I think I may have accidentally gone beyond the beginners range today with the youtube video, but the last 5 minutes of medication and relaxation was glorious. My friday and saturday nights were a stark contrast this weekend. And like with all things (especially with yoga), it is about finding a balance. = )