요가 = yoga

last week we started yoga. with no experience jumped right into a hot yoga session on tuesday. 38 degrees celsius. it was tough. showed up friday thinking we were going to an abdominal yoga class, but instead of yoga it was aerobics. needless to say, it kicked my ass. the only things that i understand when it comes to vocal instructions are counting, left and right, so it's all from observation and attempts at mimicking. a few times in the classes we turn where i can't see the teacher or anyone else and i'm left doing the wrong thing. and of course there's no blending in, i'm the only foreigner, only guy, taller than everyone else, doing everything wrong, i'm sure they all have a good laugh when i leave. i think that mostly applies to aerobics. which, by the way, started out with a warm up that consisted of some hip-moving/booty-shaking that i was nowhere close to getting right. i was laughing out loud at seeing myself in the mirror. heading to hot yoga again in the morning and i'll probably keep going to aerobics, but they offer pilates and other types of yoga, probably give those a try at some point too.