I finally got the nerve to use my hot yoga gift certificate that Jason bought me for Christmas. I don’t know why going to the class by myself made me nervous, but it did. I was originally going to go with a co-worker, but she forgot her workout clothes. For a minute, I started making excuses in my head for why I couldn’t go either. But then I snapped back to reality and told myself that I am 31 years old; I can walk into a yoga class alone. So I did. And it was fine.
Not too much to report about the class itself except that I was a sweaty mofo by the end of it. I’m going to go once a week for 10 weeks (what the GC covers) and I’m really curious to see how my body changes between now and then. Right now, I am quite possibly the least flexible person on the face of the earth so I’m hoping to see at least a slight improvement. Seriously, I cannot touch my toes AT ALL. Like If I’m sitting up, reaching forward to touch them, it doesn’t even look like I’m reaching forward. I think my lack of hamstring flexibility is part of the reason that I can’t seem to ever become a faster runner. I read an article about that once; something about tight hamstrings causing a small stride causing the runner to expend more energy. Or something. I also think it would be pretty cool to look like one of those people that you just know does yoga. You know what I mean? I’m pretty sure that this is not going to happen to me as I am kind of lanky and curvy at the same time but not thin and muscular. That wasn’t a putdown to myself, I just don’t build muscle easily. Whatevs. It’s a good workout and I enjoyed it.
I stopped at TJ’s on my way home. As I drove home from the store, I tore into a box of Go Lean Crunch. Argh. I don’t know why I do this. So, by the time I got home, I wasn’t even that hungry because I was stuffing my face with cereal in the car. I had some hummus and an Arnold Thin and called it a night. Not the best dinner, by any means. I am used to eating dinner pretty early, around 6, and by the time I left TJ’s, it was already a bit after 8. I like routine, damnit. No routine = major snacky Lee. So, no pictures for you. I’m quite sure that everyone reading this knows what a tub of hummus looks like.
Would you rather be a pirate or a ninja?
Erin, did you write this one? Ummm, ninja so I wouldn’t get seasick.