asana has new meaning

I have been super skeptical about joining the local fitness gym because it is ungodly expensive, but today I finally decided to front the dough and join. What tipped me over the edge? I found out they offer a yoga class! Anyone who knows me might be able to tell you that Colin and flexibility are not best friends, a fact that has haunted my fitness filled lifestyle. Well, I finally have decided to take an active pursuit to remedy my illness. I consider myself to be somewhat physically capable and having survived many a grueling ass-kicking in numerous different workout regimens I naively figured yoga would be no match for me... I was sadly mistaken indeed. Halfway through intro to yoga my legs were shaking with sewing machine syndrom--yikes! I take a quick look left and see a pregnant lady and a man over 50, to my right, a grossly overweight female. They weren't even breaking a sweat. You would think that a strong strapping young lad should be having no problem HA. Plus, the instructor is a rather attractive female who seems to be a meatball of muscle. Long story short, I am sold.