in my attempts to even out cardio training on my bicycle with some sort of strength/flexibility training, i have been recording “Namaste Yoga” on the Fit channel. it’s a 30 minute Yoga program, and i’ve been enjoying it quite a bit so far. it’s not too difficult, but it is hard enough that i can feel a stretch, and i have tons of room to improve. (i’m about as flexible as a rock) i still don’t have a routine down yet, so i’ve been experimenting with different times throughout the day so it can find its spot in my life.
so far, i’ve realized that i can’t do Yoga while my daughter is awake… my precious little girl is all too fond of stepping on the mat, and getting in my face to talk to me or hug me. as cute as it is, it doesn’t help me get anything done.
today, i decided to do it while my son was in the shower getting ready for bed. he got out of the shower before i was done and sat patiently on the couch waiting for me to finish so i could read him his bed time book. at one point, he asked me if my exercise was “just for girls”. i told him that mostly girls do it, but boys can too. he decided to get next to me and try his best to do the moves.
we were having a grand old time finding our centers and controlling our breath. we stretched out our hamstrings, and rolled onto our backs with our legs extended. we kicked both feet up and behind our heads…. and Little Boy Yoga let out a Big Man Fart while trying to do the pose.
Little Boy Yoga then started giggling and laughing so hard he couldn’t keep the pose, and he continued to belt out a chorus of many tuba farts while i was desperately trying not to shatter my meditative calm and control my breath.
no more Yoga while Fart boy is around either.