We finally joined the YMCA. I absolutely hate working out, but the thighs, they are a growin' and I hear working out is good stress relief. God knows, I could use some of that.
So tell me this: How long do I have to go to cardio/strength classes before I quit feeling like the biggest klutz/faker/moron in the room? It isn't pretty. And it hurts. So today I decided to try something new: Yoga. I realize I won't be burning off lots of fat doing yoga, but my other goal was stress relief so I will give it a try.
I show up for the "Beginners Yoga" class and the nice instructor lady tells me that in yoga, if it hurts, we don't do it. SOLD! I think I might like this.
We sit crossed legged (I sure that pose has a name, but I just started, so don't expect me to master the terminology just yet) and practice our breathing. The instructor tell us to think about why we are in class today. I am thinking about relaxing and stress relief. All of a sudden I realize that I didn't put my cell phone on silent. I just know it is going to ring and ruin all the positive, relaxing energy in the room. In my cardio classes the music is so load it doesn't matter, but this new age-y music won't drown the sound out. I am envisioning all the dirty looks I will get. Stress relief fail. I try to put the phone out of my mind and pay attention. OK...now my foot is asleep. Crap.
Today we are working on our feet. Cool. My feet hurt a lot. They could use some attention. I tell myself to forget about the phone and focus on my feet. Imagine this. We are sitting with our legs stretched out in front of us. She tells us to touch our toes to the floor and bring them back up. OK, got it. Now, just touch the big toe to the floor. OK, fine. Now just touch your pinkie toe to the floor. What now? Then she says to just touch the big toe AND the pinkie toe to the floor. At the same time. Seriously? Who can do that? Supposedly this is a mind controlling the body issue. Apparently my mind has very little control over my body. Of course, anyone watching me in the cardio class could have told you that.
As we stretch I look over my shoulder and out the window. I see a toned woman working on the elliptical machine. I start feeling guilty. This isn't real exercise. I am so lame. Wait...we get to give ourselves foot massages? Screw cardio.
Class is almost over. We are on our backs supposedly thinking about relaxing and releasing tension. All of a sudden the cycle class next door starts and I hear a song blaring through the walls "POUR SOME SUGAR ON ME." Oh yeah, that is relaxing. Still, I think I might have liked it. We balanced, we stretched, some people might have even relaxed. Like anything else I sure it only gets better with practice. I think I will go back next week.
So tell me this: How long do I have to go to cardio/strength classes before I quit feeling like the biggest klutz/faker/moron in the room? It isn't pretty. And it hurts. So today I decided to try something new: Yoga. I realize I won't be burning off lots of fat doing yoga, but my other goal was stress relief so I will give it a try.
I show up for the "Beginners Yoga" class and the nice instructor lady tells me that in yoga, if it hurts, we don't do it. SOLD! I think I might like this.
We sit crossed legged (I sure that pose has a name, but I just started, so don't expect me to master the terminology just yet) and practice our breathing. The instructor tell us to think about why we are in class today. I am thinking about relaxing and stress relief. All of a sudden I realize that I didn't put my cell phone on silent. I just know it is going to ring and ruin all the positive, relaxing energy in the room. In my cardio classes the music is so load it doesn't matter, but this new age-y music won't drown the sound out. I am envisioning all the dirty looks I will get. Stress relief fail. I try to put the phone out of my mind and pay attention. OK...now my foot is asleep. Crap.
Today we are working on our feet. Cool. My feet hurt a lot. They could use some attention. I tell myself to forget about the phone and focus on my feet. Imagine this. We are sitting with our legs stretched out in front of us. She tells us to touch our toes to the floor and bring them back up. OK, got it. Now, just touch the big toe to the floor. OK, fine. Now just touch your pinkie toe to the floor. What now? Then she says to just touch the big toe AND the pinkie toe to the floor. At the same time. Seriously? Who can do that? Supposedly this is a mind controlling the body issue. Apparently my mind has very little control over my body. Of course, anyone watching me in the cardio class could have told you that.
As we stretch I look over my shoulder and out the window. I see a toned woman working on the elliptical machine. I start feeling guilty. This isn't real exercise. I am so lame. Wait...we get to give ourselves foot massages? Screw cardio.
Class is almost over. We are on our backs supposedly thinking about relaxing and releasing tension. All of a sudden the cycle class next door starts and I hear a song blaring through the walls "POUR SOME SUGAR ON ME." Oh yeah, that is relaxing. Still, I think I might have liked it. We balanced, we stretched, some people might have even relaxed. Like anything else I sure it only gets better with practice. I think I will go back next week.
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