Loving the pain

The past few months I have been terrible at exercising.

Also, I have been terrible at blogging, but that's another story....

I needed to do something.

I was tired. And gaining weight. And never wanted to get out of bed in the morning.

So I signed up for a class.

A yoga class.

I became a yogi(yogite???).

A few days before my first class, I bought this.

I hated the though of showing up to class and looking like....someone who didn't know what they were doing.

Which I don't.

Moving on.

I completed the DVD....and was pretty sure I was going to die for about three days.

"There is not ego in yoga."

Amen

I started the actual class.

And felt like I would die for a few more days.

It was hard.

Really, really hard.

There were muscles that hurt, that I didn't know I had.

It. Was. Brutal.

But...

then  is got easier.

A lot easier.

And I kind of started to like it.

And then I kinda started to LOVE it.

I slept great.

I felt great.

I looked goooddd.

eh hem.

7 weeks later...

I look forward to the pain,

and the strain,

and the sweat.

Because I have learned that I am stronger than I thought.

And my body is capable of

powerful

wonderful

extraordinary

things.

A yogi I have become.

Namaste,

Hannah