It hurts when I laugh.
I am pretending that is a good thing.
In May I am adding "yoga sculpt", which is a hybrid of the two practices (if you know me you know how annoyed I am by people who yak on and on about their practices) with some cardio thrown in for good measure.
The teacher, who frequently refers to herself as a yogi (which also annoys me) assures me that this class will change my body.
I really love the pilates, it is easy on my old creaky knees.
The yoga I could do without. I already very flexible, super flexible even, from doing yoga stretches for 20 years or so, (until the birth of my second child I could do the splits, and a backbend, despite being old and fat) but I am not graceful at all.
Not one bit of grace flows through this body, so I always look like a buffoon, during the transitions from one pose to another, at least I don't fart, like the woman next to me.
How can she just fart away in a crowded room ?
It disturbs my practice a great deal, much more than the cell phone yacker, on my other side.
My lack of grace presents the same problem in dancing.
I am a terrible dancer.
I don't know my left from my right well enough to be smooth, and I can't follow directions fast enough to be smooth.
I am not a smooth person. I am a methodical, plodding, peasantish person, who is a lousy dancer.
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