My wife has been after me for many months to go with her to a Yoga class, as she wanted a workout buddy. So, for her birthday, the kids and I bought her two mats and two trial memberships (ten trips) to a local Yoga salon. Now, I try to stretch every morning, but was not even close to being prepared for the new muscles I found through stretching at Yoga. Indeed, it is quite the workout. Did I say my body is sore?
We have now done two classes, one heated and one not. The heated one brought on an undesired level of perspiration, so we will probably continue on sans the extra heat. My wife said it was harder to breathe with the heat, but they may have been due to the extra pollen we seem to be getting with climate change. Our city was already a top ten pollen city with all of our trees, but it seems much worse the last six years.
So, at 6’5″ and 250 pounds, I am the big old Yogi Bear in the back of the Yoga class. There is truly no place to hide at my size. The poundage is the target of my class attendance. We work out toward the back, as balancing on one foot for a length of time has been problematic. Rather than be a falling Sequoia, I use the wall to put my hand on to stop the teetering. We do not want any of our fellow stretchers to think or shout timber which would be followed by a crash.
I do tip my hat to the instructors. They have been patient and helpful, as have been our fellow Yoga classmates. They already know from their own experience that we are doing our best to ape their moves during the seventy-five minute class. That is another reason we sit in the back, to watch our classmates. So, the second class was easier than the first, and we hope the third class will be easier than the second. Being workout buddies, we will do our best to Yoga it up twice a week, with the stretching in-between.
So, wish this Yogi Bear well. My wife said please do not call her Boo Boo. She just might hit you with one of her sore arms. Old Yogi would have a hard time lifting his as well. Did I tell you I was sore?