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Yo Yo Yo---Yoga!

I woke up this morning realizing a few things:
*It is still February
*It is still way too cold
*It is cloudy
*We are expecting more snow
*I got little to no sleep last night

--And I was unhappy about all of these thing.  So I decided to keep myself in bed until around 10.  Doesn't lead to a very productive day.  Ian very sweetly encouraged me to get out of bed-the look on his face, however, told me I was sending off a very scary vibe.  So he let me rest until I was ready to face the day.  Oh ya, I forgot to mention that I realized it was also Tuesday.  Not a very big fan of Tuesdays.

I eventually got myself out of bed.  Ate some breakfast and decided I should do both of us a favor and head to the gym.  I didn't want to subject him to my hormonal crankiness all day.  I decided maybe some water yoga would do me some good.  

I wasn't sure what to expect.  I had assumed that most of the people taking this class also qualify for a senior citizen discount at the old country buffet--so that assumption led me to the next assumption that this class was going to be easy and I would going to look like a pro.  Water---Yoga...how hard could it really be?

So I began following along the stretching exercises.  Simple.  I chuckled to myself as one guy showed up late...in a speedo.  I wondered to myself if he showed up late on purpose-so no one would miss his little speedo show...you know, for the ladies.  Being thankful that no one could read my thoughts, I decided to focus on the stretches.  


Eventually, we moved into the yoga portion of the exercise.  Wow.  I looked like a fool.  The poor yoga instruction had to pause at least 15 times to point out something I needed to correct in my posture.  And it wasn't easy.  I found myself staggering and splashing more then one should.  Half way through, I realized--I was definitely being shown up by folks three times my age....and the man in the speedo--some type of water yoga pro.  He didn't even have to hang on to the side of the pool.  Maybe it was the speedo.  I don't know.

I consider myself fairly athletic and somewhat coordinated.  However, in all of my years of sports and exercise I have never done such exercises that required that much control over your entire body.  The amount of focus needed was incredible.  

I can't say I would ever do water yoga on a regular basis while not pregnant, but I think I will give it another shot.  My body has been feeling so stiff and sore, and the yoga really stretched every muscle in my body.  It's nice to try something new, but I will be ready to go back to punching the crap out of a punching bag here in just a few months.  

I returned home to a home cooked lunch thank you to my husband.  I felt much more relaxed, and in a much better mood.  I am still sick of the weather, but I feel like I can endure it a little better with some extra endorphins.  I am just so ready to take the dog for a walk and plant some flowers. Common spring time.
 

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