Madonna Move Over

I'm really excited. I found a yoga class -- in the same place that I attend the sewing circle; none of the sewing ladies were there last night, though, so it's unlikely we'll be doing sewing and yoga at the same time.


Actually, it's not proper yoga, more a pilates-yoga-stretch-we can show you all the things your body can't do anymore sort of class. Not that I was going to be great at regular yoga, either.


Two things were particularly difficult for me. One was standing on one foot and waving my arms like an Indian Goddess. The other was bending over with my legs straight and my hands on the mat, making a triangle with the floor. The instructor wanted us to HOP to bring our feet up closer to our hands. Actually, I would call it a JUMP, as it used both feet, but I found it rather scary. Not only were my weak arms going to have to take even more weight, but my HOP muscles seem to have retired to Florida or somewhere.

I can't remember the last time I needed to HOP. I do jump off the occasional chair, true, but only after a slight hesitation to gauge the likely level of pain involved. I had to consider just how I was going to accomplish this HOP, and meanwhile ever more blood was rushing to my brain. I did eventually manage it, after a fashion (think deconstructed, asymmetric fashion). She had us do it 3 times; I had to think about how to do it each time.

So, we have some work to do to catch up with Madonna. But don't worry, I have no intention of making a video, I promise.