Not A Dog Person

So for those of you that don't know, I've been doing yoga lately. Okay, laugh, I don't care, but it's actually really fun and pretty relaxing. It's all stretching, and breathing slow, and then at the end there's this ten minute period where we just lay there and zone out, so I always feel a little stoned after yoga. (No, I'm not on drugs, I'm just uber-relaxed.)

But today Anne and I went to yoga and the instructor - Michelle - apparently ate her Wheaties this morning, because she was like super-hyped up and we did all these ridiculous poses involving balancing in precarious positions while flexing your quads or some other random muscle, and it was HARD.

Plus there's this spawn-of-the-devil pose known as 'Downward-Facing Dog'. (Yes, they're all named like that - Cat, Cow, Tabletop, Child, Sphinx, Warrior 1, Warrior 2, etc.) Downward-Facing Dog involves putting your feet and hands on the floor and trying to make yourself a triangle with your hips up towards the ceiling. (Mind out of the gutter, boys.) Which is okay... once. Or twice. But we did it EIGHT times in one hour. And now my hips hurt. -cries-