Day Sixteen

Classes like this one make me glad I am taking all levels yoga classes as my avenue towards health rather than Zumba. Every person walking out of the studio from the Zumba class that precedes yoga on Wednesdays was a hot, sweaty mess. One disgruntled yogi had a hard time finding a dry spot on the floor on which to lay his mat. I had no such localization issues as I just lay my mat down directly behind the best looking girl in the class, who promptly decided she would rather take the power class instead. Oh yeah, still got it.

Instructor: Val
Pain level: Orange
Highlight of the class: Finding out the yogi next to me was sporting a purple thong beneath her yoga pants. Remember yogis, no pantie lines! I spent the rest of the class trying to both not stare at it and stare at it at the same time. That's right, I am twelve.
Favorite posture: Kapotasana (pigeon). This was the second consecutive class that concentrated on hip opening and it felt fantastic.
Least favorite posture: Fire hydrant. Yup, still cramps. Maybe someday this will feel good instead of PAIN.

Day Four

My first ever morning yoga class and what a wonderful way to burn off that Irish Coffee I had for breakfast! The opening twists were just what I needed after a long night of sleeping on the bathroom floor. Of course the balancing postures were a little difficult. You ever see the DirecTV commercial where the guy just lifts his leg to his crotch in tree posture (vriksasana)? Then creepily the yoga instructor's head turns into a dollar bill. Anyway, that is fucking hard! You do not just fucking lift into tree with a stupid smile on your face during an acid trip. You lament your alcoholism and fall over like a normal person.

Instructor: Val
Pain level: Yellowish-green
Highlight of the class: Making it to class on time. First time during the bomb I had time to pee before class. What a difference. Everyone gets so grossed out when I pee in class.
Favorite posture: Kapotasana (pigeon). Gotta get rid of that hip pain.
Lease favorite posture: Parighasana (gate pose). That one tweaked just about every injury in its own special way, especially with the left leg extended.