In 2007 we watched Inconvenient Truth, we decided to recycle our paper, and cans, and replaced our light bulbs with those new more efficient ones. Heck, I am one step from a hemp purse and some Birkenstocks. But it wasn't until 2008 that I attempted to break into their camp. Today, January 8, 2008, I took my first yoga class.
For any of you, like me, who thought yoga was going to be this relaxing, series of stretches which clear the mind, ease the strain on the body, and put you in touch with all the people who shop at Trader Joes, and use only vinegar to clean the toilets, you are sorely mistaken.
Yoga is a kick your sorry,out-of-shape,under toned,under stretched,wide, and unbalanced butt into submission type of thing. I stretched in ways that anyone who has reached puberty no longer finds natural. I reached, bended, held, and pretzled, into forms that resemble abstract art. Not to mention the vocabulary that I acquired. Do any of you know how tough it is to force your body into an unnatural pose while trying disparately to watch the instructor to see what exactly "monkey pose" is? Best part of the class? There is this thing they do at the end that is 4 minutes of quiet, relaxed breathing, no children, no TV, no children, no traffic, no children, no telephone, did I mention no children??
All in all it was really a cool thing. A workout without all the hoopla of equipment, without all the sweat, and with no need to remember the ipod. Hey Yoga instructor-- see you next Tuesday!
2 comments:
great description--loved your story! made we want to try it...almost :)
Sounds like fun!! I've been looking for a Yoga class here that will fit in with my schedule!! No luck so far.
Deanna
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