Monday, January 17, 2011

Yogatone, my ass.

There was absolutely nothing yoga going on in that class. I left a lot less mentally sound than when I got there. That is false advertising, people.

There was a schizophrenic aerobic instructor that involved a ball, a step, and weights. I said oh hell no. I know my coordination skills and they do not extend to that. Me hurting myself and not getting to run my Half flashed before my eyes, so I stayed grounded. I finished the class but I won't be making that mistake again.

As I train on my off days in the gym, I'm slowly noticing gym people and runners are two completely different breeds of animal. I might be crazy for training in the winter but at least I dont need to take double my anxiety medication afterwards. Lord have mercy.

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