merely talk

I headed to Power Yoga at UBC with Amanda this afternoon. I was pretty impressed that they accepted my U of A student card as a student card and let me pay the discounted price. I was worried about that, because $9 is a little excessive for one yoga class in my mind. $5 is much more reasonable.

Before heading to the class I had to run around and buy some exercise pants. There's nothing quite like trying on spandex to lower your sense of self worth. I'm pretty obsessed with my thighs and ass (and by obsessed I mean that I hate the way they are, and am constantly wishing for them to shrink) and most of the styles of pants really emphasize the area. It was bad. But finally I found a pair of sweats that fit okay, were only $10 and though a little thick would work.

I love Yoga. I used to really enjoy going to a Hatha Yoga class in Edmonton whenever I didn't have to work. One of the things I liked best was that I wouldn't feel any pain until the next day. And it wasn't really work, in the sense of my cardio workouts. I wouldn't be sweating, just enjoying luxurious stretches.

So I was thinking Power Yoga would be the same. Amanda tried to warn me and I believed her, but I guess there's a difference in knowing...and knowing. You know? It was so much more intense and brutal, with a higher emphasis on strengthening than Hatha (which is more about flexibility). I was pretty sure I was going to die 20 minutes in. And I kept seeing spots and getting dizzy. But it was all worth it, for those last 15 minutes of lying on the floor and floating away. I was so out of it, I didn't even notice Amanda leaving to go to class. It was beautiful.

I love that feeling after a good workout. The refreshed, alive, happy feeling that always happens when you push yourself. I miss it. I really need to join a gym soon and start working out more. I want to be buff and strong, flexible and healthy. Watch out world, here I come!