I just attended my very first yoga class.
I have been thinking about learning yoga for the past year or so, but really it’s been quite a lot longer than that—I can recall checking out yoga videos from the library as far back as my junior year of high school, and I even bought a yoga mat during my first year of college. I tried my hand at it at home, but the thing was, I could never tell if I was doing it right.
I always knew I needed to participate in real, live, active yoga in order for me to get it right—or at least feel like I was getting it right.
Over the past six months I’ve been looking into various yoga options around my area, and I finally found one that seems to fit my life the best—wouldn’t you know that there would be a class available right here in Mayberry? I had no idea this town had such vast opportunities to offer its citizens, but wonders never cease, right? So I signed right up, paid my reasonable fee (it’s actually comparable, if not slightly cheaper, than the student rates at the yoga studios I researched in the nearby city).
I’ve read from lots of yoga-doing bloggers that yoga actually is a really good workout, and I wanted to believe these people, but deep down, I honestly didn’t. And I knew I never would if I didn’t try it myself. Come to find out, I was sweating the entire time, and I am a bit sore today (although the soreness is slightly overshadowed by Jillian’s soreness, so it’s hard to say for sure. It seemed to me more of a slow, controlled workout. As far as I can tell, yoga uses the body’s own weight as resistance for the various moves. I have no doubt that I was burning calories, but I’m certain it was nothing like heavy-breathing cardio. Which is great, because I hate heavy-breathing cardio.)
The only problem now is that I am fairly certain that when I do yoga I look like a frumpy stork on dizzy drugs. I thought I had good balance, y’know, because I can stand up without tipping over, but apparently that kind of balance has no place in the yoga room. Yoga balance is crazy—it’s all about channeling your inner tight-rope walker, only that tight rope is only a thread, and the walker is on her tippy toes.
So yeah. Yoga is kind of crazy.
But I like it.
Have you ever tried yoga? Have you ever wanted to?