Ommmm.....

After a hectic day, my husband and I decided to go on a "yoga" date. So once the babysitter arrived we were out the door!

We were a few minutes late for the class and were not able to sit next to each other. That may have been a good thing, because I am not a good yoga student. Part of the problem is that I get too "hooked' on things. Once the deep breathing started, I was a goner and I don't mean that in a good way. With one eye cracked open, I start scanning the room. I noticed people's dirty feet. I checked out people's weird expressions. Where is the clock? I couldn't find the clock and I felt like going nuts. I tried to listen to the instructor and focus on my breathing. The more she talked the more I felt like hyperventilating. I needed a clock. What time is it? I needed to know!!! I couldn't focus on the breathing without knowing how much longer I was going to be stuck in the yoga room.

After a few deeps breaths, I tried to give in and except that I had to be stuck in the smelly yoga room for a whole hour and a half. I closed my eyes, but I couldn't relax. I couldn't stop thinking!!! At one point, I almost fell asleep but I woke up startled to what I thought was a lawn mower. Turned out it was the room chanting!?! Ughh...it felt like forever.

Finally it ended and I was free! I met up with my husband, who expressed a little disappointment because he was expecting a power yoga class. Me on the other hand, realized that I need the boom, boom of loud music playing in the background. I need the sweat and the aching of every inch of my body. I need the aggressive workouts. My personality is nothing but intense, so why did I think I could do yoga!