The Sonia Show

Writer. Mocker. Beer drinker. Old movie watcher. Mother. Goober.

Exercising is hard, you guys


Yeah, so, I couldn’t make my usual yoga class on Sunday, so I checked out another yoga studio that is nearby.

The class description on the website said the room was heated to 80 degrees. I figured that was doable, because that’s not bikram yoga hot, which I did a few years ago, and I managed to survive.

So, it turns out this class was way more than 80 degrees. It was bikram hot. And, like I said, I hadn’t done bikram yoga in like five years. I was not mentally prepared for that kind of heat. About 20 minutes into the class I realized I was in a class that wasn’t really right for me. At 30 minutes, I was already struggling to keep up, and I was breathing hard and sweating like this guy. I was a wreck.


One other person in the class was struggling like me, and she was a 10-year old girl who was taking the class with her mother. She was struggling because she didn’t know what a Warrior One or Warrior Two pose is, stuff like that. I was struggling because I’m not in good shape anymore. Also, I’m lazy.

I debated rolling up my mat and sneaking out, but instead I decided to stick it out. I beat cancer. I pushed a baby out of my body without performance-enhancing drugs. I’ve defended myself against people who love Karl Rove and roller bladers. I can handle a stupid hot yoga class. I did what I could, and I got into downward-facing dog or child’s pose when I couldn’t keep up. I hadn’t attended a class like that in a long time, and I can’t expect to walk into a class like that and be super good at it. That’s like expecting to see a hilarious episode of “The Walking Dead.” It’s just not going to happen.

So anyway, that’s my super-exciting story for today. I know, right? My life is a roller coaster ride of routine, mediocrity and beer. Jealous?

And now, for something you’ll really like. Mighty, mighty good man David’s amazing drawings of rejected San Francisco Giants floats.




Author: The Sonia Show

I'm a writer/podcaster/mother/goober in San Francisco who likes to drink beer, shop, laugh and make other people laugh, watch old movies, feed my unhealthy obsession with pop culture, kick breast cancer's ass, go on adventures with my mighty, mighty good man David and my awesome autistic son, Calvin, wear orange and root for the San Francisco Giants, participate in general jackass-ery, talk about TV, eavesdrop on strangers' conversations, make nerdy “Star Wars” and “Simpsons” references, and post personal things about myself on the web for all to read, which makes me some sort of literary exhibitionist.

2 thoughts on “Exercising is hard, you guys

  1. Personally I think you Rock!
    Looking forward to many more reads.

  2. Next time go into downward dog and take a nap. And great cartoons, David.

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