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( TMI? Maybe? I'll cut it to be on the safe side. )
In other news, today's yoga subject seemed to be "Twist the Hell Out of Your Back". We were doing tons of bizarre twists and things today. There was one in particular that I wish I could find a picture of to show you all, because it is INSANE. The moment our instructor mentioned that the objective of the pose is to get your left armpit over your right knee, with the back of your head resting on the ground, and then proceeded to show us, I went "O_O My body will NOT do that!". But, much to my surprise, I think I did okay with it. Maybe with a little practice I can get to the point where I can grab my heel and get the hand sticking up in the air to be touching the mat. Maybe.
Still though, I think I enjoy the class. My back actually felt pretty nice afterwards (of course, that was before I slung my backpack onto it and proceeded to race across campus for my next class). I think that after I get a job and a car and actually get a little spending money and am somewhat in a stable routine, I might try to enroll in a local yoga class.
They say there will be flurries tonight. And the daylilies and the magnolia back home are poking up out of the ground in total "It's spring!!!" mode. Oh *please* don't die my little green ones. ;_;
In other news, today's yoga subject seemed to be "Twist the Hell Out of Your Back". We were doing tons of bizarre twists and things today. There was one in particular that I wish I could find a picture of to show you all, because it is INSANE. The moment our instructor mentioned that the objective of the pose is to get your left armpit over your right knee, with the back of your head resting on the ground, and then proceeded to show us, I went "O_O My body will NOT do that!". But, much to my surprise, I think I did okay with it. Maybe with a little practice I can get to the point where I can grab my heel and get the hand sticking up in the air to be touching the mat. Maybe.
Still though, I think I enjoy the class. My back actually felt pretty nice afterwards (of course, that was before I slung my backpack onto it and proceeded to race across campus for my next class). I think that after I get a job and a car and actually get a little spending money and am somewhat in a stable routine, I might try to enroll in a local yoga class.
They say there will be flurries tonight. And the daylilies and the magnolia back home are poking up out of the ground in total "It's spring!!!" mode. Oh *please* don't die my little green ones. ;_;