Yoga made me swear last night. Some nights, just getting in and out of my lululemons is enough of a yoga work out. But some nights, you need the bar set high with a challenge that dangles in front of you like the sweetest tasting carrot you’ll ever find on your tongue. And when I want one of those classes, I’ll go to one of my favorite instructors class who will ease us into the very deepest areas of our bodies. Last night was “shoulder night” and three quarters of the way through it, just when I think my shoulders couldn’t take any more, she pulls out the one legged-crow pose. And that’s when I swore. Not very “yogi” of me, but then again, I’m not a very PC yogi. Nobody heard so I guess I can say it never happened. Still, yoga that makes me swear must be good yoga because I like the torture, err, I mean, challenge.
Today, my shoulders feel…hmmm… not sure yet. We’ll find out when I teach headstand tonight! If nothing else, it should be entertaining!
