Tuesday, May 31, 2011

I'm knot into yoga

I picked that up as a bumper sticker several years ago and it's true.  Ironic, then, that yesterday I scored a Living Social deal for 20 yoga or mat pilates sessions for $20. 

Does anyone else hate yoga?  Wait, let me rephrase:  Does anyone who currently has ovaries and/or for whom ovaries were a standard option on their particular make and model hate yoga?  Because it seems to be a chick thing that ovaries and yoga go together.  I do like the idea of yoga, but the actual execution has never been my thing.  I like a lot more violence in my sports.  Like football.  And running.

Not that yoga can't be violent.  Every time I have tried yoga in a formal class-type situation, I've pulled the shit out of one shoulder or the other.  I'm guessing it's a combination of it looks easier than it really is and having shoulders that like to separate from my body. 

But I'm going to give it a shot.  My orthopedist wants me to do some cross training in this next marathon phase.  And I'd like to regain some of my childhood flexibility.  When I could do stuff like this:

The gal on the right?  No joke, when I was about 8 to 10 or so I could do that.  (I probably could've done like the gal on the left too but I never tried.)  Then the boob fairy came and I couldn't do that no more. 

So, wish me luck that I'm knot going to dislocate a shoulder or a hip or anything.

the CilleyGirl


  1. LOL! I don't like it. HOWEVER, I have been incorporating it into my schedule once a week here at home. (Not an official class or anything.) It helps keep me limber. Especially with all of my injuries from running.

  2. I am so NOT into yoga. Not one bit. I used to religiously do Yoga Booty Ballet -- I skipped the yoga part and did the dancing, weights and ballet. Screw yoga. BORING!

    Yeah, so have fun with that! ;)

  3. I know, what was I thinking? But I do need to improve my flexibility (I'm actually fairly flexible naturally, so no excuses!) and a little peace and calm definitely wouldn't hurt either. Tuesday and Wednesday of this week, I was ready to beat somebody to death with a stapler. A mini stapler.