Was sloth part of your cover, too?

Remember how I'm supposed to be getting in shape? This week has been "Free Week" at the local rec center, so I've been to two of their yoga classes and am going to another one tonight.

Monday night's class was pretty tame. I'm used to doing Power Yoga, which is more intense and lasts longer. This didn't feel like quite as much work. It was still nice, though. The next morning they had a class that's half Yoga and half Pilates. When I showed up I was the only person in the room under the age of 45. Most of the other class members were little old ladies.

My thought: "Aw, crap. This one will probably be really toned down, too. Dangit."

Yeah. I should really stop thinking things. Those sweet little old ladies kicked my trash and then spat on my remains. While laughing and lifting cars with one hand.

By the end of the yoga I was tired. Then they started with the Pilates. My whole body was shaking and I had to collapse on the mat a few times while the little old ladies serenely lifted their whole body weight with just their ab muscles. I wanted to die. Turns out I have no abdominal strength. None. I knew this before, but thought I surely must be able to beat out a bunch of old ladies. Nope. I could maybe take on someone who just gave birth to quints and spent the entire pregnancy in bed, but even she might be able to call on hidden resources and destroy me.

So now I'm doing crunches every night so that I can maybe represent myself better next week.

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