Ok, so I really mean yoga, but Bradford insists on calling it yogurt. For the past few Thursdays, I've been attending yoga at the Bronxville adult school. The lady who runs the beginner class is older and calm, and it's great because it is a true beginner class, full of people who are as inflexible as I am! Having once upon a time done ballet and acrobatics (gymnastics with a ballet slowness/twist), it's super, uber frustrating to stretch in poses I used to do no problem and now find myself hoping will end because I can barely purport to do them. But, it is more relaxing than I thought it would be.
So this Thursday, Brad and I have advanced screening tickets to the new Jack Black/Owen Wilson flick, so I can't go to yoga. So I Netflixed it tonight and did the Crunch candlelight on demand yoga. And demanding it was, much more so than the class. And it's even more frustrating because you see these people do the poses the way they were meant to be done--bent in half like pretzels. But if you can get over your ego, it's actually a very nice stretching video and rather relaxing in the end. Hoping it will help my running, since dynamic stretching got me all injured, and static stretching is more for after running rather than before... So go gurt!
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