Nightmare doing Yoga.

I’m allergic to flexibility. I don’t know why, can I blame it on my genes? Yeah, I know what a lame excuse. The other day, my friend persuaded me to go for Mr. X’s yoga class. So there I was, getting my mat and squeezing my way to the corner of the class. The class was rather full. You see, according to my friend Mr. X is very professional. I thought okay, why not, lets try it out!!!

5 minutes into the class, my arms was complaining on the stretches I made them do. You see they are not used to this type of yoga stretches. I told them to hold on. Its good for you. You shall reap the benefit you sow. My eyes was treacherous though, it keeps on looking at the clock hanging in the class. Tick.. tick… tick… How come after all those stretches only ½ an hour has passed by? Oh my, what have I gotten myself into?

Arghh… stretch! Stretch! Strecth! And more stretch, don’t give up!! My mantra to my arms and mind so that I would not give up. Mr. X, is good, showing the options for beginners. Luckily, there were a numbers of beginners in the class. And then it happened, Mr. X does the impossible yoga pose. Now, I’m not so into yoga yet, so can’t really name the yoga pose. I’m in awe. Did my mouth just opened ever so slightly? I said, okay, probably after x number of years doing it, I’ll be able to do that pose. Some members were really good. They manage to do the pose! How incredible!

Two days after attending the class, my arm still aches. Sorry dearest arms, you shall reap the benefit you sow. Would I give up yoga? Nah, my arms says when is the next class?