Yoga

I was terribly brave last night and went off to my first ever yoga class. I haven’t been to the gym in over a year and feel like the walk to and from work is just not enough to make sure I don’t end up in a permanent sitting-on-office-chair position. I say ‘brave’ because I’ve never really understood where yoga comes from. I know plenty of ‘normal’ people do it (including my mother (yes she’s fairly normal!!)) but I was still petrified that I was going to be asked to find my spirit inside or take place in some ranting chanting prayer or something … but it was all perfectly harmless. Well, actually it was NOT harmless. Yikes! It was a beginners class and obviously I did not know what to expect yet it was nothing like I imagined and way harder than I thought it would be. My muscles were screaming by the end of the 1.5 hour class and I was a shaking mess so actually did not find the lying-down-under-a-blankie-in-the-dark bit at the end as creepy as I might’ve done because my poor body did indeed need to ‘reflect on my practice’.

Today I do ache in my back and shoulders and hamstrings but I am no longer scared and think it will be very good for me so I’ll be going back. Plus their 10-class ticket is orange!!