I am a little apprehensive about going to yoga today.
I mean, yeah, the yoga goblin is all fun and games once you've experienced it...but knowing you may experience it again is a whole 'nother story.
little kid does this weird thing where he hisses at you if he's displeased. It actually works really well, feels good to do, and easily conveys the message that you're not into whatever is going on--I wonder if it would work at yoga? They're all so cool they might just disregard the hissing and feel me up anyway.
Ugh, it's a tough call. Every day I'm re-reminded about why I hate exercise.
The experts (all the skinny, athletic people) say that you will eventually learn to love exercise. That's just a lie to get you to keep doing it. The closest I've gotten to liking exercising is not hating it with all my heart and soul.
The experts are terrible jerks who have everything to gain from wanting us to believe their ridiculous tales of enjoying exercise. Could you maybe stop hating it? Perhaps. But will I ever truly love stuff that hurts me and makes me sweaty? No. I might enjoy the results, the athletic clothes, and the endorphins but I will NEVER love the actual process, I just will not.
That being said, it wasn't that bad today. But she loves the sitting pose (since she wasn't doing it) and that hurts and makes me want to go home.
Only a minimum of fondling, no yoga goblin today.
I don't remember this much crazy stuff in your (blog) life since your creepy neighbor at the other house. Wonderful stuff! Keep it up. Sue in MA
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