Geriatric Yoga...Now That's An Idea!
Wednesday, September 04, 2013
The girls that I work with are awesome! There are six of us and we compliment each other so well! We are always coming up with ways to "improve" ourselves. One of my coworkers has a beautiful, young, flexible daughter who is now a Yoga instructor. She graciously offered to come on Tuesdays after work and give us group instruction. Last week was my first week to attend. Thankfully, there were only three of us that were able to attend...so that means there were only two of my co-workers that saw how totally out of shape I am. Now, I have done Yoga before, at home in the privacy of my living room with no one else around except the dog. I even relegated DH to the back room until I was done. It was your basic, beginner Yoga video and I thought I did quite well! That was over two years ago. Today, I am realizing how totally out of shape I truly am!
Downward Dog is the bain of my existence! You are on all fours...with your butt stuck up in the air...waiting...and waiting. Instructor says "Now, stretch your right leg out straight behind you, remembering to breathe. Now, lift your left arm up, straight forward. Don't forget to breathe!" Something like that. When she told me to lift my right leg...I kind of zoned out. What the....how....dang! That hurts!!! And, do you know how hard it is in the first place for a 260 pound woman to hold up all that poundage in a downward dog position??? It's hard! My wrists are killing me...all the blood is rushing to my head...my boobage is slapping me in the face...and some cute, little, thin girl in a cute, little Spandex leggin thingy is telling me to "breathe". Puleeeeeze!!! And, that's just one pose! We have the Plank, Warrior One, Happy Baby, Crow (forget that one), Cobra...and more that I don't even know the name of. And, my Happy Baby ain't that happy.
Luckily, she is a wonderful instructor and is very patient and caring about us old, worn out, stove up, inflexible women who have worn themselves out over the years. And, I can honestly say, after two weeks I do, indeed, feel better. Not during...definitely not during...but after. Like...a day after. My neck is still sore, my lower back is sore and my arms are sore. But, it's a good sore. Maybe my baby will be happy before too long. But, don't count on that downward dog to feel any better!!!