This morning, like a good girl, I set the alarm so I could go to the gym before we start our busy day of sports, sports, sports and birthday parties.
I did yoga.
I bended and I pretzelled and I swore.
When we had to go up high on our knees, then lean back with one hand to rest it on your heel then reach up, up , up to the sky, chin up, chest open, I damned near died.
And when she said to visualize your energy right from your toes, going through your body and shooting out your fingertips to the ceiling, I actually did it. And then I made little lazer beam shooting sounds in my head.
When we had to sit with one foot crossed over the other leg, the opposite arm across your leg, another arm behind you and looking back, she was saying "Now feel the relaxation in your twisted back". The only thing i felt was P*A*I*N! Others are closing their eyes and enjoying this mother effin agony.
The water music bubbled and burbled, the birds were singing and there was the sound of a harp in the distance.
I just desperately wanted to haul out my ipod and get some Def Leppard screaming in my brain!
Perhaps yoga isn't for me.
But I'll give it another few weeks because I am NO quitter.