Dave and I finally went to the Sunday 4:20 Power Yoga class at the Y.  We've been planning on going for months, but every Sunday something comes up and we skip it.  Finally, we went.

It was a good class.  It was crowded and it was a typical power yoga class.  However, I totally kept cracking up.  I don't know if it was the fact that my arms were getting sore doing the Table pose during the warm up (Table pose--you are on your hands and knees with a flat back.  That's it). Or  that I was counting down the class by 10 minute intervals (1:30 to go; 1:20 to go; 1:10 to go), culminating by turning to Dave after our first sun salutation series in which both Dave and I were taking the "less advanced" options of the poses and snarkingly hissing:  we have one more hour of this.  Or in the process of doing a Down Dog (an inverted V-shaped pose) in which I realized that my right foot is really ugly and I need to have an operation to fix it.  Or when doing ab exercises on my back, feet in the air and slowly lowering said ugly ass feet to the ground, and using the mirror to compare my ugly ass feet to all the other feet in the room and figuring out when exactly I should have surgery.  Or the various muscle shakes and spasms both Dave and I were having holding any pose at all.

I don't know which of those it was, but I could not stop laughing!  We were in our favorite back row, back corner spot and I tried to turn my head when a spell came on so that it looked more like I was grimacing in concentration and pain.  Nonetheless, I was very afraid I was just going to break out in peals of laughter and I have no idea why.

One thing that sobered me up quickly occurred during a warrior's pose (standing, legs spread out, arms pointing out over the legs).  I was having my last silent giggle fit when I turned my head to achieve the proper warrior's position and saw my tricep flapping in the breeze.  Except there was no breeze.  Just my flabby-ass old lady arms jiggling with my giggling.  I can hold my arms to my side right now and see that gravity is pulling everything down towards the earth.  My biceps are hugging the bones of my arms.  My triceps are pointing towards the ground and where they'd like to rest.  Actually, I think they are pointing at my feet and saying they are not doing anything to improve until the foot does. 

So at least we finally did yoga.  I think we may have to try swimming next to tone up all those flabby ass body parts.  And hopefully soak off ugly ass feet parts at the same time.

Off to have car inspected and then to work.

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