I took my first yoga class today. There's a studio across the street from my office, and my company set up a schedule of Key-only classes during lunch and after work, just to see how it goes. Now, I consider myself a strong girl: I row three days a week for an hour and a half each, plus Dennis's crazy weight-lifting circuits before practice. I can do twenty (girl) push-ups without stopping. I'm proud of the little columns of muscle on either side of my spine. I can tell I'm going to be sore tomorrow, though. Yoga is such a different kind of exercise and such a different kind of atmosphere--crew is certainly meditative in its own way, but it's all about force and speed and grace and the wind on the back of your neck, whereas yoga is slow and still and awkward for me. It was hard. My arms and back are tired. I had fun, though, and I feel pleasantly quiet and relaxed this afternoon.
So: Yoga. Yay.