Friday, April 16, 2010

New Life = New Torture

Over my 50+ years I have NOT enjoyed exercise.  The closest I have come to liking a work-out is either in a swimming pool where I do not know I am sweating, or on a walk with hubby, family or friends and I can visit away the hour to ignore my dislike of working out.  As a girl I enjoyed riding my bicycle but back then we rode bikes to get some where not to be trim and healthy.

Now being slinky is not within my body language but I am trying to maintain healthy.  And this New Life of mine suggests I should try something new.  So today I tried "Power Stretch".  I thought - "Stretching.  That doesn't sound too bad.  I can spend an hour stretching, pretending I am taller than my 5' 3" and look skinny when I leave."  Oh foolish grandma!

I quickly realized that Power Stretch is a fancy name for Yoga. In a room filled with long and lean women, my rolly short body was out of place.  But I bent, pulled and stretched with the best of them. 

So now I can say I have tried Yoga, a.k.a Power Stretch.  I learned dog pose, airplane, triangle but my favorite was "Slumber Party".  It's been a long time since I actually went to a "slumber" party but this pose I could do.  And I did it well.

The teacher had to wake we up when class was over.    j/k       :  )