So I took my first yoga class last night.
My friend, Becky, has been going to a yoga studio in Burien and invited me to take a class with her. As I tend to carry lots of stress in my body, I've been wanting to look into yoga for awhile, but I was too scared to go alone. She warned me ahead of time that it was a bit "woo woo" but she liked the way it made her taller after a class (she's 5'9 already compared to my 5'3 and change).
We got our mats and headed into the main yoga room. Very dim lights and soft music. I almost felt like I was at a spa. The instructor had us lie down on our mats while she talked softly. Then she had to break the trance by ringing a damned bell! Over and over. Very disconcerting.
She talked us through various poses - some of which I had no trouble with; however, at one point I thought she was going to say, "now, bend down and put your head through your legs until you can kiss your ass." Maybe that's the advanced class, but I'm sure it's coming.
I'm glad the class was all women, because yoga positions are pretty much similar to another type of nocturnal-type position (you're all smart - figure it out) :) There's something strange about lying next to your best friend while thrusting your hips out.
After we did the various poses, we did another lie down on the mats. This is where the "woo woo" started. The leader read some esoteric Native American poem about finding your inner eagle or some crap like that. Then the bell. I hate that bell. Finally, we had to sit up and sing "Ooom Shanti Shanti Shanti" 3 times. Exsqueeze me? I came here to stretch, not sing. If I had looked over at Becky, I would have lost it so I looked straight ahead and tried to contain my inner 3 year old.
So this morning, I'm a bit sore, but not too bad. I'll probably look into going again, but I'm not singing. I need relief from sore muscles, not spiritual enlightenment.
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LOL - you just described every yoga class I've ever been to. I can't stand studios that do a lot of the hippy dippy stuff, especially with that bell. Gah. Did I tell you my yoga horror story about the teacher that kept telling us to tighten our anuses? I thought I die from holding in laughter. That's right, because I have maturity level of a 5 year old.
lol!!! I've never been. I'm very seriously uncoordinated, no balance. I bought a yoga dvd to try it at home, it was comedy.
I would have been laughing at the hippy-dippy stuff, I couldn't have controlled it. Especially at Avitania's class...tighten your anus? Gone. Dying of laughter.
If she had even mentioned the word "anus," I would have lost it.
I had a hard enough time keeping a straight face as it was :)
Heh! I don't know if I could take the woo woo and chanting stuff. That's a little too much for me :)
I don't mind yoga... but the horror of passing gas accidentally keeps me way...
synthetik - heh, don't think that didn't cross my mind more than once.
Especially since I was eating organic cheetos right before class.
Not a good combination!
My husband would say "heh they make movies about that". In the response to hip thrusting next to your best friend. ;). Yes, he is a classy guy.
Colleen - I'm actually quite surprised that my husband didn't make a similar comment. I know he was thinking it though :)
I nearly peed Bev, oh my gawd... so funny
I'm so proud of your self control, I would have died laughing at the ohm shanti shanti thing.
Did you ever find that inner eagle?
:P Tiff
Tiffany - the inner eagle has left the building, never to return :)
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