Yoga Sunday

I decided to try yoga once again. Call it an endeavor in sadomasochism. I figured that this time, since I was already familiar with the moves from Friday, I'd be ready. Turns out that she changed the moves! Argh..

More sweat dripping whilst standing still.

I realise that my shouders are not really flexible. There is this one move whereby you draw your right arm over your head, bend your elbow and try to touch your shoulder blade whilst your left arm swings behind you and tries to grab the right hand. I'm able to make contact (barely) but fail miserably when I switch arms.

I subjected my body to variety of contortionist moves and and was able to survive. I realise that my hips and legs are more fleixible than I thought they were. I still need to work on balance and coordination.

I came to the realisation at the end of the workout that:

Power without control is meaningless.

And I'm feeling pretty meaningless right now.