Well! Mother of god/goddess, namaste, kick my ass. The class was described as yoga and meditation, and I knew it was scheduled for 2 hours, but I thought the meditation part would be more than 5 minutes, divided in half for the beginning and end.
I’ve been doing strength training and yoga for 10 weeks. It kicked my butt. And poor Marc went too, he who doesn’t do any exercise beyond the occasional walk. He who has done yoga a time or two in the last lot-of-years. He who feels pressure to do what the others are doing. He who has to deal with fatigue.
So there we were, the two of us, in a class with 8 others, I think, and the teacher. We were the only new ones. I hadn’t thought to tell Marc that whenever he wanted or needed, he could just stop and sit, or do child’s pose, or whatever he wanted. I think I kind of had said that, but not clearly. Sweat was dripping off my body, down my arms. My hands were so slick they were slipping on my mat. We did a headstand pose (the alternative for Marc and me was to do downward dog with our heels touching the wall, and then to walk our feet up the wall behind us. Don’t think that was easy.
My entire body hurts. I could not have done it at all if I hadn’t been working so hard for 10 weeks, and I have no idea how Marc did what he did. Today was supposed to be rest day and it was anything but that!
Still. Yay for living.