Kiddy yoga! I could maybe manage that. I could pretend to be a lion. A couple of years ago, I thought it would be a good idea to go to a local yoga class. But although I knew I was quite stiff and would be bad, I was way worse than I ever imagined. (You forget how old you are.) It was so dispiriting that at the end of the class when she asked how i went, I burst into tears. I did go back for a while, and got a little better, but the truth is, I just don't enjoy it.
OH man, poor you, that would be hard. You do forget and underestimate your fitness level. I think I might like adult yoga but the kiddy/family one...meh
Although at the time I felt a right idiot, bursting into tears, now I just laugh at myself for it, so all good.
Those are the best ones aren't they. The ones you can look back at on and laugh
If we can't laugh at ourselves, life could get pretty grim. Or at least seem grim.
Oh it works, that's why I try to spend as much time as I have laughing or being an idiot!