So yesterday I swent back to yoga. I’ve been away from yoga for a few months now, not because I don’t like it, I do like it, but because I am very, very lazy. But I made sure to tell a friend I was going this weekend. I even made my Facebook status update about how I was definitely, absolutely going to go to yoga on Sunday.
So I did. I went to yoga. A Kundalini yoga class to be precise. And I really enjoyed it. I liked that the room was not 100 degrees Farenheit. That was a nice change from Bikram yoga (although I still like Bikram and plan to go back) but it was nice. I like that we did lots of repetitive movement and I enjoyed the meditative aspects of it. And I remember thinking, at the end, ‘Hey that wasn’t so bad. I wasn’t perfect but I did okay.’
Then I woke up this morning.
Holy crap my whole body is sore. I am one giant lousy ache.
I’m still going to go back next week though. It won’t hurt as much if I keep going. Also now you, the internet at large, will be able to hold me to my word and give me a guilt trip if I punk out. And as my niece told all of Facebook just yesterday, ckohl is no punk.