The quivering Jelly Bean

That's me. That's what I feel like. An hour of Power 1 yoga and that's all it takes (actually, just the first 20 mins) to make me feel like a quivering jelly bean. So you think quivering thighs, heaving chests and trembling fingers are only the stuff of those trashy romance novels? Well obviously these trashy novel writers haven't been to a Power yoga class yet.

There used to be a time when Hanoi's Power 2 90 mins yoga class would be like a walk in the park to me. But alas now, even the basic 60 min class has become Mission Very Difficult. That's what happens when one's yoga takes a slack (a big one!) in the past 2.5 months. I thought I still had the moves - I still do, but I sure ain't got the stamina now. 4 Sun salute Bs, not even fast ones, and heaving chest abound. Perspiration trickling down my face like I just ran a full marathon. By the time I moved into Triangle, my fingers were trembling reaching for the ceiling. If there had been a large 18-carat Tiffany diamond necklace up there, I'm pretty sure my trembling fingers wouldn't even had the strength to make a grab for it. Did I already mention the part when we were on the floor doing leg raises? It was just moving one leg up and one leg down. But alamak, my flabby tummy started shaking - as in SHAKING. Capital S. And so did the legs. If anyone was looking at me, it was as if my body had electric shock delivered through the system. Thus yes, I am the quivering jelly bean.

CNY resolution - get back to yoga. Get out of that work rut. (speaking of which, it's back to work tomorrow. Argh. cowdammnit).