I think I dropped my Chakra back there...

So, for those of you who may have followed my blog for awhile may have come across my occasional yoga infatuation. I'll be upfront and honest, I love yoga. I hate going to the class, but once I'm there and afterwards, I love it. The hating going is all in my head, and it boils down to one simple thing...I'm lazy and often times, extremely unmotivated. I need to change this, in fact, it's one of my New Year's resolutions. Not doing so well on that in so many aspects of my life, but it's good to have a goal. Probably even better to have a plan to accomplish that goal. And still even better yet to put that plan to accomplish that goal into action.

Last night, friend of mine, Princess of Cambodia (called Princess from here on out) got me off my lazy, unmotivated and ever expanding ass and got me to go to yoga with him. (Yes, Princess is a 'he'...it's a long story, but a damn good one probably)

The place I go to yoga (when I go) has several classes throughout the week with several different instructors (I'll refer to them by the day they teach). Each of these instructors has such a different teaching style that you get a very rounded approach I think. Aside from New Monday (as opposed to Old Monday), I really like all of them and their different styles. I think Thursday is probably my favorite. I just really like her style and how she teaches. And she is very approachable and easy to go up to and talk to after class.

Anyhow, Princess and I went to Wednesday's class last night. I like Wednesday's style simply because it seems to be a very different method then the other instructors. Wednesday's classes seem like a 50-50 mix of yoga and ab exercises (which I need more of). Not to be gross or anything, but I was sweating like a whore in church! Who ever would think you don't sweat from yoga, just holding poses and such doesn't know their ass from a hole in the ground. I'm normally not a huge sweater, but yoga gets me dripping like a .... a .... well, like something that drips a large quantity of drips.

I do have to say I only marginally embarrassed myself last night. But I also noticed that I was definitely not the only one falling out of the half-moon pose. Not that I am or should be comparing myself to anyone else and their performance. It is definitely something to do for myself (or yourself). And hell, I feel so much better after I go. I'm working on that motivation/laziness problem. Hopefully I'll have more yoga stories here in the coming weeks.