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This weekend I decided to do something I have wanted to do for years...yoga. I did hot yoga a lot when I lived in Denver and loved it, but never have I attempted to enjoy the benefits of just plain ol' yoga. As part of my attempt to feel the way and I want to feel and get the things in life I want to get, I know I must work from the inside out. I am not doing so well with the H20 drinking (I have no idea why it is SOOO hard for me), so I hoped that the attempt at yoga would go better.
I was luckily able to convince a friend to go with me (thank ga!) to the Saturday morning class. We arrived and rolled out our mats next to our new, "mature", yogi friends. Seriously, the median age was about 65. I asked myself right away, what the hell am I doing, but decided to keep on keepin on, I WAS already there. The instructor was good and about thirty minutes in I begin to think this actually is kind of great. Then, out of the corner of my eye I notice Bendy McBend had somehow slipped into the class. Holy shit, homegirl was no beginner. After picking my chin up off the floor, I thought to myself....I want to be her, SO BAD. I looked to her as a  reference for the next half hour, and then began to wind down thinking surely things were wrapping up. After all, it had been an hour. But nope. These gals just continued to breath and breath and breath.....and breath. Our instructor told us she needed to run out for just a min and as the door closed, I looked at my friend and told her it was now or never. We quickly rolled up our mats and got out. Eek, that is a long time and I try to limit all my workouts to one hour, haha. 
Today when I got out of bed I could actually feel the tightness in my body. What do you know, yoga really  gave me a decent workout! I am sold! Next time I may try out another, younger, more timely class, but I will not stop. I harnessed my chi and feel ready to go again. YESSSSS.