Triceps, biceps, upper and lower traps, rhomboids, delts, glutes, hamstrings, lats, and abs.
Who knew I had them?
But, yes, I do, and I know this because right now they are burning and screaming and trying to abandon my body. It's mutiny. And I have nothing to blame except that yoga class I took yesterday morning.
This is a class that is described as focusing on "basic beginner postures with more attention and refinement of body alignment principles. Sitting, standing, basic twisting postures and gentle backbends are practiced."
Basic and gentle, my ass. I'd like to rewrite their class description for them, but I don't think they'd allow cursing in their brochure.
I'm just surprised my neck is feeling fine, 'cuz I was doing a lot of craning around trying to see the teacher's face. This is a studio that was recommended to me by my Momsie, and she recommended this specific teacher, who'd said she'd be willing to pay attention to me and make sure I didn't miss anything. Sure, sure. I passed for hearing in that class -- she barely looked my way.
Oh, and Mom? Next time you send me somewhere to meet someone and say it'll be easy to talk to her, you might want to mention the little, teeny, tiny detail that the teacher has a freakin' ISRAELI ACCENT!
I'd cross my arms and pout now, but that'd hurt too much.
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