Previously, I attended the beginner class for Yoga which is on every Monday and Wednesday evening. The class is usually packed and being me who hate crowds I often feel overwhelmed. There were times when I feel suffocated and feel like fainting – not sure whether it was because I was having an anxiety attack in the middle of the class [because I failed to perform some simple asanas and following the flow] or because the studio was too stuffy.
After a while I decided Yoga is not enough, I need some cardio so to the Zumba class I went.
And then my Yoga instructor [she's the best!] told me I should start going to intermediate/advance class. I wasn’t sure in the beginning whether my body is ready to advance but I went for it anyway because I need to alternate my sexercise routine between Yoga and Zumba.
The class for intermediate/advance is on every Tuesday and Thursday – morning and evening session.
To avoid yuppies 1 [although perhaps I was one of them loooonggg loooooong time ago :P] I chose to go for the morning class.
Absolutely no yuppies but full with aunties though.
And these aunties put me to shame.
Their arms might be bigger than mine but when they flex, they make my muscle looks like some lump of taufu fah. And wait until they lift their legs [I can't even get mine past my knee level - straight legs and long body]. Split kau jangan cakaplah kan, aku yang rasa aku kinky dalam bedroom pun [motifff?] tetiba rasa terus nak duduk bersila sambil tertunduk malu.
Despite all that, I feel calmer going to the morning class. And surprisingly I could follow the flow with no problem at all and slowly picking up on more challanging asanas. Still tackling that split thingy though. I mean how can one do that without mengoyakkan ari-ari? Adoi.
This post might send you the vibes that I love exercising. Well, I don’t. I really don’t.
I do enjoy Zumba but my lungs are full of nicotine soo pancit is my middle name. As for Yoga, I really have to force myself to go. The night before the class, I usually will berguling-guling in bed sebab tak naknya pergi class besokkkk. And on the day itself, I would contemplate whether to skip class for like berpuluh kali.
Tidur lagi best kot dari berpeluh-peluh. I sweat a lot, mind you. A lot like – mandi wajib type of sweat.
In the end, I always managed to pujuk myself to go. And every time during shavasana [the last pose before ending a class] I will be thankful that I went to the class.
And I am also thankful that I no longer have to bukak kancing seluar in the middle of dining out in a restaurant.
Eh tapi ini bukan bermakna aku tak boroi dan berbody macam Gwen Stefanie.
Masih cuma takdelah perut aku lagi besar dari tetek macam dulu. Buat masa sekarang dah agak sama level.
Tapi kau tunggu lagi 5 bulan. Kau tungguuuuuuuuuuuuu *kunyah ayam kehepsi.
- I can’t stand those who walked in talking loudly with their bunch of friends and start doing weird/superpretzelised pose before the class even start – they gave me anxiety attack! ↩