I was going to the senior center and take their free class for ages 60 and up. Ha!!! I was thinking. I'm sure I can yoga rings around those old people. I'm only 63. I bet they are all on their last gasp.
Oh boy, as I said, what was I thinking. They handed me a mat, I stretched it out on the floor, I looked around, and said, "ummm, excuse me, do I have to get down on the floor and then get up again?"
Apparently so. (This is where I remind myself and you that I have had two knee replacements) It was all down hill from there. I got down, and I somehow (not very prettily) managed to get back up. Then she said we had to kneel. "Ummmmm, excuse me, if I try to kneel on these two knee replacements you will have to call 911."
Needless to say, as I limped to my car at the end of the hour, I was rethinking the whole yoga thing. I called my sister in Arizona to tell her I tried a yoga class. After she stopped laughing hysterically she said maybe I should try chair yoga. Chair yoga? I'm sure that's for old people. I'm thinking my next move is straight into tai chi.
Could someone pass the liniment please.