Saturday, February 16, 2013
I had forgotten to turn my alarm off for the weekend, which turned out to be a good thing, because after getting up at 6 a.m., reading the paper, having breakfast, and taking my meds, I didn't feel like going back to sleep, so I headed for the health club with my new yoga mat. I hadn't done any yoga in over 10 years, so I was a bit nervous.
After I got out of the car, I saw an older lady with a mat under her arm going to the entrance, so I asked her if she was going to the yoga class and where it was. She took me under her wing (by now I was about ready to chicken out and just go swimming instead), showed me where it was, got me a yoga block and strap, and told me she had been going to the class for 10 years.
Amazingly, I did better at Zumba a couple of weeks ago than at yoga! My endurance is up, thanks to the swimming and walking, but my flexibility is terrible - except for those movements that are similar to swimming. I felt like a stick puppet with the joints screwed on too tight. Someone get me some WD-40! Even though it wasn't aerobic exercise, I was exhausted at the end. Just sitting cross-legged or pushing myself up was hard. The people in their 50s, 60s, and 70s were doing better than me. That didn't really bother me, though; they had been doing it for a long time, and I was a beginner. You have to start somewhere.
Muscle memory is a funny thing, though; any move I was familiar with from karate didn't hurt, even though I haven't done any karate in a decade.
I realized two things:
1. I need to do yoga 3-4 times a week to increase flexibility.
2. I really need a massage, I'm way too stiff!
After the 90 minute class I slipped into the pool for 20 minutes of swimming, and it seemed so much easier than yoga!