Yoga pants are my husband's least favorite thing I own. In his defense, he doesn't like yoga pants on anyone. I also felt a little like a cheater when I wore them, since the most yoga like thing I did was Wii related. Yoga pants are really just sweat pants elegant cousin.
But now I have every right to wear yoga pants. I am taking a yoga class.
My daughter started asking me to sign up way back in summer, it was something 'fun' we could do together. I finally relented, hating the thought of it. I hate school, I hate class, I hate being instructed. The closer we got to the start of class, the more anxious I became.
And the first day of class, I was a cranky wreck.
That was weeks ago. I still hate the build up to class, but then I get there and sit down and start getting into a calm zone and it's totally worth it. I love the stretches and the poses and the time spent with my daughter.
Plus, I can wear my yoga pants with pride. I've earned them!