Not so sure this is going to be my new favorite pastime...

I have been working with a personal trainer since June '09, his name is Vidal and he is wonderful. Many times I have felt like his workouts were going to kill me or at least put me in a place where I was near death. He's had me lift cement blocks over my head, run up and down a hill til my tongue was wagging, and crab walk across grass still wet from a rain shower. But I love him anyway...and he's a patient man. He allows me to complain when I need to, but he never ever lets me stop my workout. I had not been active since 2000 until Vidal...so I am thankful for him. I generally don't question what he asks me to do, but yesterday he said, "Can you be here in time for yoga at 4?" I replied, "Sure"...then I thought to myself...what in the world have I done????????

I feel like all the pictures I have in my head of people doing yoga are these extremely tall, extremely blonde, six pack abs sporting women that probably ran a marathon the day before and are using yoga to cool their muscles out. I knew that it was going to be an experience for sure.

Elliott was the yoga instructors name, he is extremely tall and probably covered his 6pack abs so we wouldn't be jealous. Vidal and I hopped on our yoga mats...and after an hour of cobras, downward/upward/3-legged dogs and crescent postitions I felt like I had been beaten nearly half to death. I only felt a little better when I looked over and saw that Vidal was drenched in sweat. Surprisingly...I enjoyed it!!!
Can't wait til next week at 4 to see what moves I can pull off...

Look below to see me in my best yoga stance :)