i tried yoga yesterday. I am in much pain today.

Joel came back from India, and somehow roped me into doing yoga down on the stage on the broadwalk for an hour and a half.

It was very excruciating. The only way to describe it is I felt like a washcloth that had been wrung out. I felt twisted, squeezed, sweaty and sore.

Amazingly enough after it was done, I felt good.

What’s funny is Joel is somehow trying to convince me that it’d get rid of my soreness to do some more yoga again. I’m unsure that this isn’t some sort of gimmick like when you’ve seen a movie like Gummo or something and you try to convince people to watch it with you not because it’s so good, but because it’s so horrible and you want other people to be scarred like you have (the whole misery loves company thing).

So my prognosis is: Yogo is weird and I’m not sure if I like it. It was definately a workout though. Nothing can make you that sore and not be a workout.

Quote of the Entry:

“This is proof that I am still VERY naive or just totally out of the smart loop.”



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