I will never again make fun of people who do Yoga.
Having surveyed myself and been found wanting, I've decided that working out is going to become a daily activity from now on--putting in my time in the pool, those (insert insulting comment) exercise machines, the Hulsey abs class, and the self-defense "class" that meets in my apt every few days.
In this week's quest to not die an early death, I started working out again and was abruptly reminded that, yes, my foot is still broken. I needed something gentle to do that wouldn't re-rebreak that darn foot and yet would get me moving. So, I youtub.commed some Yoga workout videos, waited until nobody else was around, and then set up in the living room. Yeah, I'll breeze through this sucker in no time, I smugly thought. It's stretching on a mat. How hard could it possibly be?
Ohhh. Yeah. I hurt.
But, it's good for me. M'gonna keep it up because I want that level of control. By the time I can climb again, it's going to come in handy. Hurrah!
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