So, I like yoga, I really do. I find that it helps me relax, release pent up frustrations, stretch, get some exercise, and all those good things. I used to go twice a week on a regular basis (stop laughing–you). Well, for various reasons, most of them related to my general laziness, I haven’t gone to yoga for about a year now.

Until this week.

My sister-in-law, LK, who is visiting, had come with me before when I was going to yoga on a regular basis. She asked if that class was still going on. I didn’t really know, having not gone myself for such a long time, but I had an inkling that it was at 8:00 now, so we just went. Lo and behold, there was a yoga class. We rolled out our mats and joined right in. It wasn’t a huge power yoga session (Oh, thank Heavens) and we managed to somehow make it through without passing out or dissolving into a pile of gelatinous goo.

But the next day…. Ow, ow, ow, and ow. Every time I moved by body, it hurt. Some hurts were worse than others, like my arms were pretty ouchy, but it only hurt a little bit when I laughed. I went to bells rehearsal last night and didn’t think I would have the strength to hold my bells up for two hours, but I somehow managed (resting my hands on the table when I wasn’t playing).

This morning, we decided to repeat the torture. The first down dog of the day was pretty stiff, and the sun salutation was pretty shaky, but we got through it. Thankfully, she had to cut the class short in time so she could go to the airport and pick up her nephew, so it was only about 1/2 hour of good solid yoga. But I feel much better.

Let’s hope that I can keep it up when LK is gone and nobody is prompting me to go.

So, what’s your exercise routine this summer?