So I change into a long T-shirt and stretchy pants that Beth has always called “yoga pants.” Surely that’s an appropriate outfit for chair yoga. I pull my hair back in a ponytail so it won’t get in the way.
I don’t have nearly the energy I used to. Every time I try to do something active now, it takes a concerted effort to start. But I’m usually pleased with myself after it’s done—proud that I accomplished something—so I hope I’ll feel the same way after this class.
Evidently, chair yoga is done while sitting in a straight-backed chair. There are fifteen of them lined up in a room in the community center with a wall of mirrors. The teacher is the peppy staff member who is in charge of health activities for the residents. She’s a little too peppy for my taste. There’s only so long a perso
