....YoGa......

Today I went to a morning Yoga class. Upon entering the class room I felt just as insecure as I did when I was eight years old doing clogging,.... I remember constantly watching the little girl next to me because, I had know idea what steps I was supposed to do (and was guilty of never practicing :) I remember the little girl turning to me and saying "my mom said that you are always watching me because I am a good dancer and your not." (little mental note not to say things like that to my future children because they can and most likely will repeat it) So today in yoga when my eyes were fixed on the lady next to me watching her every move....trying desperately to follow along I felt like once again like such an impostor, but I quickly reminded myself how silly I was being and that I should never allow myself feel inferior....Even when the instructor seemed to look right at me and say "yoga in not a competition, listen to your own body."The instructor name was Merrilee she was very professional, she sounded just like Susan Sarandon from StepMom. I admire those people with calm sweet voices but at the same time demanding attention.

I have always have prided myself on being flexible.....I have always felt that maybe there was a method to my madness of short sporadic stretching (that I have always been teased about;)......yep, I was humbled....I have a long way to go, but the way I felt during the class was exhilarating I felt...relaxed, powerful and in control..... well sort of : ) .....I am thinking that I may be In LoVe <3 .....with YOGA (and that is after one class ;)

So as far as Marathon training goes.....I suppose you can say that I have been running for all the wrong reasons, all I have been thinking about is "why am I doing something I hate and torturing myself?" or is "bragging rights really worth all of this work?" and last night I came to a conclusion "yep, bragging rights is worth all of this work." just kidding but I am going to do the marathon simply because I can....I am just going to pace myself and maybe even push my self across that finish line.