There is something about getting out of the house for an hour a couple of nights a week! Chuck has been amazingly supportive this week -- even claiming to be proud of me for starting the DWA. So, thought I'm not really ready to join the Mall Walkers (sorry DWA Old Guard!), I have been scanning the other exercise classes that are being offered at the Y. Although I'm quite obviously not Esther Williams, I am fairly coordinated on dry land, so yoga may be something I can handle.
Truth be told, I took a yoga class about a year ago. About 4 lessons in, I found out that it was a form of yoga that was meant to be done in a very hot room (for whatever reason) called Bikram. I found this out after lesson four, or what I call Melt Down Day. In short, 3/4 of the way through class, I staggered out of the class to the locker room where I literally threw myself under a cool shower, clothes and all, panting like a dog and in desperate need of an IV of Ringers lactate. Is it any wonder that this put me off yoga?
However, I once worked with a young girl who became a yoga fanatic. The whole time I we worked together, Cupcake was always an attractive girl with a nice figure. Then she took up running and yoga and, what was once nice, went through the roof! Now, let's be honest -- getting hooked on running is NOT going to happen at this stage in the game -- but yoga done in a temperate climate may deserve another look...
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