death by boob

since brittany couldn't climb this evening, i decided to try the ashtanga yoga class at the gym in a fit of insanity. in my ignorance, i didn't realize that they would just go through the primary series without stopping to teach anything, but when i freaked out during the beginning sun salutations because i couldn't keep up and didn't know all of the poses, the teacher reassured me that after that was done they would be holding the poses for five breaths so i would have time to figure it out. i guess i did reasonably well, but in anything particularly folding, i felt like my MASSIVE CHEST was in the way, which was somewhat disconcerting. i understand now what some friends have said about the challenges of yoga when overweight. i tried to go into the plow thing, which i used to be able to do no problem, and i couldn't do it because my boobs were suffocating me and crushing my lungs. suffocating and crushing! i couldn't help but notice that no one else in the room had over a B cup. anyway, it was an interesting experience, and it got me motivated to try to go to a more reasonable beginning yoga class.

p.s. there are some poses in the ashtanga series that i just cannot wrap my head around; even when i see people doing them, they just do NOT seem physically possible. wtf?!