2011 Promises (contd)

One of the 2011 end of year promises was to try YOGA for the first time. And yesterday morning I got a chance to do just that. Like I said about these promises, these are just items I've often wanted to do but never got around to, I just got distracted or lazy but now with a clear mind, I want to do them, as a promise to me, yours truly. 

So, back to Yoga. Why Yoga you'd say, not boxing which I've been wanting to do, but more on that later. Well, from having sex (a lot) this year, I realized that I am not as aware of my limbs as I would like, I want to be able to move flexibly in bed (and out of it) most importantly, to be feminine and elegant in seducing my lover whatever size I may be. What else will help you do that, except for Yoga. I mean, I do, Spin, aerobics, and kickboxing, but never done Yoga, so obviously my body needed to be aware of its limbs not only when it's lifting weights. In bed, where it's important (say this in a British accent and it's just brilliant). 

Back to Yoga on a Saturday morning after going out on a Friday night. Aaargh, torture! Not recommended. And I made the mistake of not informing the instructor that it was my first time so she kept coming to adjust my pose, and I kept muttering to myself, "Girl, I am still hungover, you need to back off me." But I made it. And my body hurts like shit. In the end, I coughed up that it was my first time and she asked me to try it again and hopefully my poses (or my center in Yoga speak) would be better, I hope. Everyone in the class was so friendly and non-judgmental, I found that so pleasing especially for a beginner like myself. It was a nice way to start the Saturday, get the weekend rolling, I would most certainly do it again. After that I treated myself to Brunch, yum! 

A day later and I still hurt in places that I never knew could hurt. If I had a lover I would tell him I am taking the night off to recuperate. Will this help for future lovemaking prowess? I am hoping it does, and I am willing to invest a couple more Saturday mornings to figure it out. So my next lover better beware, I'll be slithely and fit. And he better be packing (fingers crossed!)

I think this picture says it all!