I swear she was trying to kill me.

Today I went to what would have been my last yoga class, but I've loved it so much that I decided to sign up for 12 more classes. (3 more months) When I got there I chatted with Sandra (my yoga instructor) about how great it was making me feel and all the lifestyle changes Jay and I have been making in the last several weeks. She was impressed with our weight loss and our decision to make this a permanent thing. And then she decided to try to kill me.

I didn't know I could sweat that much in yoga. I mean really sweat. Like, dripping from my face onto the mat kind of sweating. Ick. It was so bad that my hands were perspiring. She had us doing sun salutations, downward dogs, cats, some move where you stick your rear in the air and smash your face on the ground, planks, scorpions...all supposed to be in these fluid movements and with steady breathing in and out of our noses. Um......No.

I was doing good just to get into one position by the time that she moved onto another. And forget about the breathing. I was lucky I was containing my grunting. :) I'm pretty convinced that as soon as since she knew she had me locked into 12 more sessions, she decided to go all Terminator Yoga Lady on us. :)

With all that said...I felt better after class, had more energy and was already looking forward to next week's butt kicking.