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I’ve gained my trusty 10lbs of Fenway weight.
It’s only taken me 4 months. So, last night, I finally
broke down and found my way to the gym for a yoga class. I figured it would be the path of least resistance to get back on
that horse. I hadn’t been to the gym in so long I almost needed Mapquest’s assistance. Anyway, I ran into the
class a couple of minutes late. I know, shocking. The instructor asked me to put my mat next to her, up front. Naturally. Now, I like yoga partially because the room is always dark and everyone is focused
on either their breathing or balance so if you have a muffin top, no one usually notices. And, if they do, it’s because
they have one too and you just made them feel a little better. Who’s kidding who here? For this particular class, all
the lights were on and I was wearing my pants inside out and they are far from flattering. (Especially with my new 10lbs.)
Why the inside out pants? I wish I knew. I noticed the tag in the mirror on my way out of the locker room and thought, “Aah,
the lights will be dim…” The class was titled Yoga
Sculpt which didn’t mean much to me. (I don’t know the difference between Hatha, Astanga and whatever the other
names are. All I know is that there’s always a mountain, downward dog, and a couple warriors throughout the routines.)
I had checked out the other class offerings: spinning, kick-boxing, and abs. Since I’ve been on the MIA list for so
long, I thought yoga would be my best bet for easing back into a routine. Can I just tell you? Yoga Sculpt means abs, abs and more abs. We didn’t waste any time with
relaxing breaths, rolling up and down our spines, no cat and cow just hard core abs. For 30 minutes! Who does that? The lights
were bright and the instructor was blocking the door so there was no chance of escape.I spent the first half of class cursing myself for not taking spinning! So much for easing
into it… I did, however, make it to the gym again tonight
for a class titled, “Catwalk.” It was all about looking better in your high heels and struttin’ your stuff
around town. It certainly sounded more fun than Yoga Sculpt. The plan was to take that class then hop on
the Stair Monster for 20 minutes. I had so much fun, (it was
a torturous quad and calf class) I flipped the Stair Monster the bird and ended up struttin’ straight out the door.
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