Last week, I went to my first-ever yoga class. Some friends I’ve consulted recommend yoga to correct my posture and ease my chronic knotted-up shoulder, so I thought I’d give it a try.
It went better than you might think, for a somewhat awkward newbie. There were only a few mishaps:
1. The class info said to bring a large towel. I brought a gigantic, cabana-striped beach towel. Everyone else had normal bath-size towels.
2. My toes cramped.
3. My water bottle got knocked over.
4. I lost my balance.
5. The warm room made me sweat.
6. I tripped over my oversize towel.
That wasn’t so bad, was it?
7:30 PM– The instructor had us lie down on our backs for a few moments to collect our focus. I went into a coughing jag.
7:33 PM– We stood and began with some deep, steady breathing. Looking up at the ceiling while inhaling and then looking down for the exhale made me dizzy.
7:45 PM– My balance is normally pretty decent. I mean, I often stand on one foot while doing chores or talking on the phone, simply to challenge myself. But without shoes, I could not hold even the simplest one-footed pose for more than two seconds. I finally moved to where I could touch a wall. Sheesh.
7:50-8:35 PM– I didn’t know what all the instructions meant.
8:15-8:30 PM– As we progressed, I got so focused on trying to follow the multi-step movement instructions that I, um, forgot to breathe.
8:20 PM– Who forgets to breathe??
However, our instructor encouraged us all along. He kept advising us not to fight our bodies or stress out about things we can’t do (or can’t yet do). That reminded me to be thankful for all I can do.
So, even though the beginner class was still a bit over my head, I’m gonna go back and try again. Any progress is a win, right?
At the close of class, we got to stretch and then relax for a few minutes. As a closing, the instructor said “Namaste” and the others replied in kind. This is apparently a yoga thing.
Bonus: While grocery shopping the very next day, I saw a woman wearing a T-shirt that says it all:
“NAMA-STAY … IN BED.”
Thanks for reading,