This evening Carl and I went to our first Yoga class.
I have to admit I had some trepidation since I am a stiff, middle-aged plus, sore backed novice.
Luckily the day was busy and there was not a lot of time to dwell on the level of embarrassment that might occur.
We were the first to arrive, and eventually a few others started drifting in.
Many remarked that Margaret (the teacher) was not there yet.
When Margaret arrived it was clear she was the oldest in the room by at least a decade and probably two.
An 80-year old +/-.
Very smooth, clear, direct, and she cleared away my anxiety.
And one whole lot more limber than I am.
I bend in some directions, but not in others.
I learned that a hinge is different from any place you might feel a bend should occur.
I learned I have no idea when to breathe, and may try breathing out twice in a row.
It was enjoyable, and I think I can feel some of those stretched muscles waking up.
I think they may be just a bit grumpy.
I will be happy to go back next week.
On a completely different note, Carl spent the day with his two-year old and Flat Stanley.
Flat Stanley at the Space Needle
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January 11, 2013 at 7:35 pm |
I am one of the youngest(and least limber) Margarets I know. 😉
January 11, 2013 at 9:00 pm |
My grandmother (and Kayak Woman’s) was Margaret. It makes for a nice association.
January 12, 2013 at 6:50 am |
Margaret seems to be making a comeback, although usually the students go by Maggie, except on the roster. I know one in 6th grade who is Margaret/Maggie, and two 4th grade Maggies, who I assume are Margarets.
–Pooh, another of Margaret’s grandchildren