The Psychotic Twig
I'm eating better, working out and have started doing yoga. This is not my first exposure to yoga. I have taken classes at the hospital and in the community and have loved it. So when the trainer said, lets do a class I was all about it. I left sore as shit in places you don't want to be sore, but otherwise ok. Another class with a different teacher.... same results. Sore, but happy. So I have talked it up now.... I have convinced the cop to come with me. "It is so relaxing and you feel so good afterwards!" (You ALL see where this is going)
We showed up last night to take class with someone I have never met before. Shes about 5'10, 90lbs and looks harmless. She knows that I have never taken her class and that the cop is a yoga virgin.... no big deal. Ummmm........ I don't know what kind of crack this bitch was on but damn! We were upside down, sideways and bent into pretzels within 5 minutes. This was waaaayyy more than I expected. At one point when we were upside down I caught the cops eye and apologized. He walked out and I was not far behind. We watched the rest of the class and that lady was INSANE. I saw postures that I last saw in 'The Exorcist' That scene where the girl goes backwards down the stairs on her hands?!?!?! Yup, Handstands, headstands you name it. There was NOTHING relaxing there!
I did check the class before we went and it should not have been so far over our heads. I think the cop and I are going back for the "gentle" class later this week. I think thats like yoga with training wheels.