The tales of two pernicious pugs and their doormat.

Wednesday, February 4, 2009

Yoga is nice.

So, I've been going to the gym lately. I got my membership at the beginning of December, and my visits have become more regular recently. I'm a little pissy that I can't seem to lose those last 12 pounds, so I've been especially focusing on developing muscles, which means hitting the weights. And as a result, Not that I'm complaining. I love being sore. Perhaps I'm a masochist, but in this case, I think it's simply knowing that progress is being made. And it's not so extreme I should worry about damage.

But anyway, on to yoga. My gym provides various free classes, like kickboxing and cycling and water aerobics and step aerobics + abs and pilates and, of course, yoga. So far, I'm a little intimidated by the step aerobics (step on, kick! step off, kick! jump on, kick! jump off, kick! S-c-a-r-y), and while I love the cycling class, it's either too early (5:30 AM? Um, NO) or too late (during my bar study classes) to attend. And there's no way I'm putting a bathing suit on until I've lost those last 12 pounds. So water aerobics is out. Kickboxing? Meh. I had my fill of kickboxing/boxing this summer. But the yoga class is at the perfect time, and heck, I've always wanted to check it out. So I went yesterday. Sore as always from my workout the day(s) before. And, of course, I sucked at mostly everything, but, I did try. And while I didn't feel much of a "burn" (like I do with cardio and weights), my body certainly felt the difference the next day.

My soreness? GONE. Okay, okay, I know I hardly stretch after exercising. Or before. I mean, I warm up with cardio, but that's pretty much it. But, dude, if yoga helps me become more flexible, burn some calories, AND gets rid of my soreness, then, by all means, I gotta continue. As often as possible. Go yoga!