You will not even believe it, I can still hardly believe it myself. My husband, Scott, who wants to lose about the same amount of weight as me, did something today that I never thought I would see. No, he didn't bring me flowers....he did a Hot Yoga class with me!!!! He said he might try it a week or so ago and I just laughed. He said if I could do it he could. This totally ticked me off because he does not get a ton of exercise. The man doesn't like the Kinect because he can't figure out how to play it from the couch like the Wii.
But there we were at noon today on the face of the sun in matching red shirts. The shirts were not planned. I told him this morning that I was worried he was going to feel bad about himself when he couldn't make it the entire 90 minutes. I was so thankful my friend (with the legs), Lori, was there. Because at least there was a witness. I told her in the dressing room that I was totally worried about him and thought it might make me distracted. Boy did I eat my words.
I set up his mat and towel, found him a good spot. The teacher told me at the start to set a good example for him. Bring it on. Now we will see who is the big baby. Unbelievable!
The SOB did better than I had done even after ten classes. 20 years I have lived with this man and I had no idea he was so flexible! You have got to be kidding me. About half way thru I sat out a move just so he knew it was okay to sit if you needed to, I was seriously worried about him hurting himself. But NOOOOOOO, he kept going. He was more flexible than me. He even did the Bow position. I can't even get near my toes in that posture! My feelings in that 90 minutes were all over the place. I was excited he wanted to try something I was doing. I was annoyed because he was doing better than me. I was proud of him. I was in pain from trying to outdo him. At the end of the class I wanted to run over to him, straddle him and kiss him I was so proud of him. But I thought that would be just a little over the top. Plus I was too hot and tired to move.
My only hope for my pride is that maybe he won't be able to walk in the morning.
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