 |
| My own Downward Facing Dog |
So I briefly mentioned before that I don’t work
out. The most vigorous form of fitness that I do willingly is Zumba, which I
will definitely have to write a post about soon because I really love it!
However, I’ve realized I probably need to branch out and start trying something
new if I want to continue pushing myself. So before I actually do that with
weights or machines or something else ridiculous, I decided on yoga. I never
would have considered it except a friend of mine recently received her license
as a yoga instructor. So I grabbed the mat I had gotten for free years ago and
went to an actual yoga class rather than trying Youtube videos.
The class started with our eyes
closed, which honestly, I didn’t appreciate. I felt like I was sitting wrong or
moving wrong or even breathing wrong. I kept peeking making sure my friend, the
instructor or anyone else was looking at me which was too stressful. I suppose
I could have assumed everyone else had their eyes closed and didn’t care about
me, but that would mean using logic and being less insecure.
Overall, the class was relaxing, fun
and great for flexibility. Yet, I’m disappointed we didn’t actually say “Om”.
Not even once. We did say “namaste” at the end, but it crept up so quickly and
the class said it so quietly. So I just whispered it to myself. Shameful.
While it was calming and I will
probably do it again, an hour after it had ended, I just wanted to move around.
I had too much energy that I hadn’t exerted in my hour of fitness. So I got home
and ran around with a puppy. Times like this I feel like I’m 5. I mean it’s not
like I got in trouble for being too hyper around the house with my 10 year old
brother. Oh wait...
