Yoga...

...otherwise known as volunteering to be stretched and bent in ways previously unimagined. Anyone remember the scene from the movie, "The Princess Bride," wherein Wesley is strapped to a stretching torture device that pulls him nearly to the point of breaking...each time taking away a year of his life? That was me, tonight.

There's a gym next door and upon receiving an offer to accompany my friend to Yoga class, I happily accepted, visions of serene music and gentle stretching dancing in my mind. Insert rude awakening here. My 3 apples-high, cute-as-a-button, sweet little Yoga instructor was more like a drill sergeant in class...commanding us all to convolute, extend, and twist our limbs to look like pretzels. When yours truly would attempt such contortions, much sagging, rocking, buckling, and of course giggling, would ensue. Said instructor would come over and "help" by pushing and pulling...much like trying to make an uncooked spaghetti noodle act like a cooked one. Pain and suffering...off to bed! ;)