I try to do yoga each day…okay…more like 3 times a week to keep my body healthy and in shape. I’ve never been much of a work out person. Working out hurts. I understand that’s the whole point, but it does NOT make sense to me. I don’t like to hurt. And I try to avoid things that make my muscles and joints ache. Throughout the years, I’ve discovered that I really enjoy dancing, gymnastics and yoga. These three are more artistic and much less painful. My yoga instructor, aka the instructor from whatever yoga video I watch on Hulu Plus, tells me that if I’m straining that means I’m pushing it too much. I like that. With yoga I can exercise without forcing my muscles to bulge and my body to ache with pain. Because, let’s face it. If it hurts, I’m not doing it.
This morning I slowly woke up and began my morning routine. Which means I groggily roll out of bed and slowly take myself into the living room to do a yoga workout half asleep. My faithful puggy follows beside and finds her normal spot on the couch. Suruchi sits all pretty and comfy to watch as I awkwardly bend and twist my body into unnatural positions that surprisingly often feel quiet nice. I envy my poochi. Apparently, poochi envies me too. Today, she decided that the crazy yoga poses mama was attempting looked much more fun than watching from afar. Resulting in this: