Annahilated

bend it, baby!

My inbox is flooded with invitations to the gym and I’ve been evading them since. I still have to recover from the recent ‘yoga class,’ you see.

I was pretty gung-ho about this gym thing, at first. I’ve been living a really sedentary lifestyle and I thought I needed to shake my butt a bit, I fear it’s beginning to sag. Plus, I really need to do something physical to de-stress. Everyone seems to be into badminton these days, but I don’t particularly enjoy running around (besides, all that running tends to develop my calf muscles into proportion I don't particularly like). My first choice was swimming, coz it’s something I can do alone, but by doctor’s orders I have to keep out of the water until my wound is fully healed. Next choice was taekwondo, but nobody I know was interested. I believe they told me something like, “Anna, girl, that is so unfeminine. How about taebo instead?” Anyway, I don’t really want to get into taekwondo class with no sparring partner, so the idea went poof. Yoga, seemed like a nice compromise. It doesn’t involve a lot of gym accoutrements, just shirt and sweat pants, and nothing too physically taxing, or so I thought.

Jaja, my coffee bean classmate, happens to be a gym buff. I think she’s gone through almost all the gyms in QC area. Her latest haunt is ‘Fitness First’ at the ELJ Center. Anyway, she invited me to try out the yoga class. I was pretty excited; I’d practically decided I’d sign up for membership. The location and the schedule, which is at 8:30 in the evening, are perfect; that is until I actually tried out the class.

We arrived quite early, Jaja being a stickler for punctuality; as a result we ended up occupying the front row- a mistake. I must have distracted yoga instructor the whole time and not because of my physical attractions (though, I looked rather fetching in my white sweat pants and teeny-weeny fuchsia tee) but more of my gaffes. I didn’t realize I was that out of shape. I used to be really limber, now I couldn’t even touch my toes! Halfway thru the transition to the warrior pose, I lost my balance and actually fell off the mat! The instructor was, by then trying, very hard not to look at me. I guess he already was having a hard time controlling his laughter. I was on the verge of rolling my mat and walking out. The only thing that prevented me was my pride and the fact that I was positioned out front. So, I endured the rest of the class and struggled to contort my body- quite a futile endeavor. Suffice it to say that that ended my contortionist dreams.
I guess I just have to wait ‘till I get to be a water belle again.

posted by annahilated @ 4:26 AM