For thirteen years Peter has been asking me to take a yoga class with him. I always say sure, but we never get around to it. This year for his birthday, along with a new bike, Peter got his yoga wish. (oh yeah, and an official Boy Scout harmonica)
So at 10 a.m. Saturday morning, kids left behind with a sitter, we rushed out the door for our first class. I thought, beginning yoga, how hard could that be? A little stretch here, a little heavy breathing there. What’s the big deal?
About fifteen minutes into the class I heard myself groan, out loud, “oh, no.” I knew we were in trouble.
After some thrown glances at each other, and quite a few laughs in very awkward positions, our first yoga class came to an end. Let me share some of our favorite poses with all of you. Please read in a calm, soothing, no beef eating, non leg shaving voice:
“We’ll start with the downward dog and move into the that’s gonna hurt position.”
“Remember to breathe.”
“Now move your left leg into the 911 and change to the about to die.”
“And finally, we will end with the OH, mama, resting into, make it stop.”
“Good, now hold it.”
I left the class wondering if there’s such a thing as pre-beginning yoga…
4 comments:
That's hilarious! I wish I could have seen it though!
ummm, hello..the boob part is the funniest part..You need to write a whole post dedicated to the pose Boobs in face.
You are a much better woman that I will EVER be! SO impressed you did that! The question is... will you go back???
Oh my gosh! Laughing out loud here! You are awesome Teresa. And next time, if there is one, you'll probably do better cuz you know what to expect.
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