On Saturday, my husband and I attended a yoga class. He had been talking about doing a class on a weekend forever but we never got around to it. It’s so much easier to sleep in and enjoy the laziness that weekends afford.

For some odd reason, I found out that our neighborhood HOA offered a Saturday class out on the pool deck. Silly me. I emailed the instructor to find out how to register. She took all of my information and told me that she would see us on Saturday. When hubby came home from work, I informed him that we were all signed up. He asked me, “Why?”

I finally took some action and I get grief!

Friday night rolled around and I reminded him about our class. “Do we have to?,” he inquired.

There’s only one answer to that.

We slept in and headed off to our first Vinyasa Yoga class. The instructor was great and the camaraderie was amazing. It was great to be outside with that fall-like breeze that blew in. The weather added to the ambiance.

It has been quite a few years since I’ve taken a yoga class. You know that I’ve taken barre classes for awhile now but downward dog kicked my butt! My right wrist is in pain but I did it. When class was over, I said that it was worse than barre class.

We survived our session and we are looking forward to the next few weeks. I’m glad we enrolled in this yoga class. The instructor told us that they also offered a Yin Yoga class. That’s where you hold each pose for 5 minutes. You aren’t standing; you’re either sitting or in a laying position.

That sounds like hell to me. I have to remind myself that baby steps are still steps nonetheless.