Not Languid

Went to yoga early this morning—to a class is called Yoga for Athletes, a description of my ambition—if not yet my prowess—around which I am still wrapping my head—to see if the class would work for me to be its dogsbody in exchange for free lessons. 

I was expecting lithe bodies and languid demeanors. It was none of that. Most of us were at least a little chubby. I think the class will work for me. 

I’m making a commitment through spring. My goal, as I told Tracy, my instructor, is to strengthen and stretch my legs and lower back so I can compete in the Washington State Senior Games next summer…

I went to the gym this afternoon, to watch the Mariners’ game on TV while peddling and rowing. Poor Knee is stronger than it was yesterday.

Just before dinner: a quick beach stroll. I found myself isolating the hamstring muscles we worked on today in class as I flexed my way up the hill. A twinge in the left abdominal muscle has also become evident lately. I'm learning the names of muscles as I encounter them painfully in my body.

Onward.