So proud or I was

I was so pleased with myself yesterday.  I am out of shape and working on getting better.  After work I have been trying to do a simple yoga routine.  Very simple.  I have not been nearly as active since moving to Florida as I was when I lived in Tennessee.  So I was very happy when I did all six sets of "Bunny yoga" (see below), which I have shown on here before.  But I only hold the first round for 10 seconds to warm up and the next 5 I change the pose on the exhale.  I actually did it! No breaking it up one solid flow!  I finished up with bridge and tried to do spinal twist.  My husband wanted to be sweet, so while I am in my last twist he comes in and stands over me to kiss me.  Now keep in my mind my eyes are closed and I have a Ragas blaring in my earphones.  I open my eyes, scream bloody murder, my whole body leaves the mat, I hyperventilate and cry all in the matter of 10 seconds.  I was proud up until that.   I love my husband.  We have a new house rule "No sneaking during yoga time."


I should be very clear that Jason was not trying to scare me, he was wanting to be sweet and surprise me with a kiss.