It's been a few weeks since I've had a chance to sit down to write. Conference in Chicago, teacher appreciation week, piano lessons, jujitsu, homework, oh, and a huge meeting... the list has been endless. I decided to take a little mental break. How? Trying yoga.
I applaud you all who are fans of yoga. If you are anything like those I watched today, you deserve a standing ovation even. I hesitantly accepted an invitation from a dear friend who invited me to a yoga class this morning. Frankly, had it been anyone else, I probably would have declined.
Where do I start? I know. This was the most expensive class I have ever taken. I have been paying for this gym membership for a year and a half... and this is the first time I have gone. Yes, Crunch's dreams come true. Don't judge.
Second... this is the most stretching I've done since dropping out of California Gold Gymnastics when I was about 9.
I'd like to think I am pretty coordinated. I can hold my own most of the time... you know...fit in. not draw too much attention to myself. Well, it turns out, I stand out like a sore thumb in yoga. I can only equate watching me actually try yoga to fingernails on a chalkboard to the instructor... she couldn't morally live with herself to not come and try to help me, in some way. In addition, it didn't help that the only spot left after dropping off my toddler at the gym daycare for the first time was under a BRIGHT spotlight. Perfect. Keri in the spotlight... doing Yoga.
I successfully finished the class... well, to me, finishing the class was a success. I am not so anxiously waiting tomorrow when I'll be so sore I can't move. I'm not sure that yoga and I got off to a great start. The jury is out.