meet my good friend melissa. her friendship is one of my favorite things i inherited in my marriage. a couple of years ago she married my husband's brother-from-another-mother, bryant. they are good people.
melissa is a yoga instructor. and last night her yoga flow class kicked my butt. in the very best way, of course.
you see, i am not one of those people who craves exercise. i exercise out of necessity. my idea of a fun work-out is a zumba class, because i get to shake what my momma gave me. too bad zumba isn't byob because i am a much better dancer a few drinks in.
but i must admit, i love melissa's yoga classes for a few reasons:
a) she modifies poses based on your body's needs. both hard-core yogis (my sister) and recreational yogis (me) are able to enjoy her class.
b) she plays great music. no new-agey trance music to be found. last night i heard ben harper, the flaming lips, and pearl jam, to name a few. this is a deal-breaker for me.
c) it forces you to stop your mind for an hour and only concentrate on your body and it's needs/capabilities. no time to think about your baby's spit-up when you are trying to balance on one leg. the only thing you have to worry about during that hour is remembering to breathe.
and last night, just as i was forgetting that crucial in-through-your-nose-out-through-your-mouth technique, like a mind reader, melissa played this:
she used to teach classes out of her home (below is a picture of me after i flooded her house with my sweat). but now she teaches right up the street at white rock yoga. like them on facebook, check out their website, come to a class.
you'll see me there. even though my ass hurts like a mother, i'll be back.