Yoga. My worst enemy.
But it’s sooooo good for you, they always say.
What about it is so good for me? The falling over? The aching wrists? The weird sore muscles for days afterward?
Maybe it’s the humility that’s good for me. Because every time I go I definitely make a fool of myself.
However, I always get talked into going again. I don’t know why.
Every year(ish) a friend asks me to go to yoga, I take her up on the invite, I go, I hate my life, I take a year-long break from yoga until the next friend invites me. And so the cycle continues.
Here is my history with yoga:
Spring 2003. The brand new beautiful rec center opens at TCU. All the group classes are free for the first few months, so my friends and I try out the yoga and Pilates classes. I go to each class once and then I go find a treadmill as soon as I can. I never go back to yoga or Pilates for the rest of my TCU career. Some people think running on a treadmill is torture. I think downward dog is torture. To each his own…
Spring 2008. I go to yoga at my hometown gym with one of my best friends from high school. She has birthed four children and still has a rockin’ bod. She is my hero. I decide to go to yoga with her and learn her secrets. As I struggle and gasp my way through the session, I look over to see Noelle standing on her head with ease…
Spring 2009. Now that my one year sabbatical from yoga is complete, I agree to go back to a session at the same gym with a different high school friend. I suffer through the session longing to be on one of the treadmills just outside the door. When we leave, Macara says, “We should do this again! I have an extra yoga mat in my car; do you want to borrow it for our next class?” I reluctantly take it. Macara moved to Germany last year. Her yoga mat is stuffed inside our coat closet to this day. Our next yoga class never happened.
Last week. Okay, so I extended my sabbatical to two years this time. Our friends from church, Darren and Veronica, invited us to go to yoga with them. Since I had reached the point in my cycle it’s time to fearfully and reluctantly attend a yoga class, I agreed. The funny twist this time is that Micah went with us and I got to watch him struggle through it as well, although he was still way better than me! Let’s just put it this way… when the instructor told us to meditate on two things we were thankful for, this is what I thought: “I am thankful my best friend, Camille, was in town this week and I am thankful that this class is halfway over and I don’t have do yoga again for at least another year.”
But that’s the thing. In another year, I will go back. Someone will rope me in again. And I know if I would go often enough I would get better at it and probably enjoy it, but until I find the motivation to do that, I am sticking to the treadmill. That downward dog is a real killer. I always knew I didn’t like pets…
This is what I look like when I am about to attend a yoga class…
These girls love yoga apparently.
I’m sure it’s really hard for them to do a plank with their eighty pound bodies…
Hey, I think MK and I have matching yoga mats!
Except I don’t use mine…
P.S. Noelle, Macara, and Veronica – please don’t take any offense. It’s not you; it’s the yoga. Only people I absolutely adore could convince me to do such a despised activity willingly!
Bahahaha! This made me laugh. I know how you feel! But it's definitely one of those things you have to stick with. I took a yoga class in college (easy credits right?) and it was a slow process to ease into it and I really started to like it. But as soon as I stopped and tried to get back into it.. nope, just wasn't happening. I think if it wasn't so expensive I'd get back into it.
Hahhaahahaha! I'm so with you! I'm on the "once a year plan," too! Loved the MK & A pics, made me laugh!
This is hilarious! I felt the same way about yoga until I tried Bikram yoga. Have you ever tried it? I know you like to be hot so I think you would enjoy it. The warmth helps stretch your muscles out so much better and I was never sore from it! Although, maybe the don't have it down there in AZ due to people possibly passing out from being too hot inside and then too hot outside! If you can find it, you should check it out. It's also very cleansing (aka, you sweat a TON!)