Namaste these yoga!

Okay before I explain my harsh words for yoga, I should say its only because I am currently in more pain today (2 days later) than I have been this entire journey so I may be a little crabby. Lets start from the beginning. I decided that my friend Jess and I should take a class together and I know she is a big yoga fan so I was instantly in. After all- I had been doing Zumba and swimming and frankly I could use a little relaxing focused workout. So we signed up for flow yoga 1.5. Now I was a little leery about that .5, and frankly I think it may have been the death of me later (note to self listen to your instincts). In any case, I suited up in my best yoga attire - my RUN DMC tank and some stretch pants I found hiding in the bottom of my hamper, dreading the day I would find them there.

We get into the class and it is quite small so my efforts in hiding myself somewhere in the back of the class were slim, in fact I was facing someone about 2 feet in front of me, so there was no hiding at all. But there was no room for the teacher? Where was he -tie dye shirt and all- going to sit and demonstrate the moves?? No where. That's right... that .5 means that he was calling out names of positions like shannasanamana and I just had pretend I knew that meant stick you leg in the air like a crazy person. Now if I had actually read the description of this yoga class, I would have learned that flow yoga meant that every transition was also a move that made you want to pass out. Considering the class started at 6:15 and the first time I checked the clock to see how much longer I had to go was 6:27.... I knew I was in trouble.

But alas! I would let this small class of 8 people see me collapse, so I kept on trucking. What they should have also included in that class description was that you sweat. Alot. So much so that a towel should have covered the mat I was using not to mention to wrap around my head like a turbine. The only thing flowing in that class was the sweat into my mouth. I spent a good portion of the last 30 minutes just trying to get it away from my face so I could stop eating it. Sexy right??? Who cares, at this point I'm just trying not to die while I casually look to my left to see yoda balancing on her head. Seriously? Time check- 6:45. So the class ends at 7:30 right? I can do this... hmmm....

"Passsnanshanaphlamans" he says as the class then dips over backwards and sticks their leg in the air. You want me to do what with my what? So without asking I decided in order to not create a toppling effect with the rest of the class by attempting to lift myself off the ground, I would just half it with one leg and hope to the Lord my legs didn't collapse. The shaking of my core to my finger tips wasn't a good sign so I backed off only concentrating at this point on how I could get that instructor to let me have his tie dye bandanna so that I could stop the Niagara falls coming from the top of my head. 7:10. Almost there.

At last we reach the point in yoga where you get to lay on the ground in peace and just rest. This is the part I live for... even though I spent the first two minutes trying to strategically position myself under what seemed like a vent with air coming out. Hahhhhh peace and quiet. Once we finished I felt proud, considering this group was far more experienced, I can only be happy that I am alive to write about it. I made Jess take some pictures of what we looked like afterward. They looked a little like this:





Please try and note the difference in our facial expressions.




All in all, I will say this was one of the best workouts I have had in awhile. Do I hate myself today because it hurts to sit and stand? Yes.. a little. But its a hurt that makes me proud and frankly I would do it all over again- perhaps with some healing time and without the .5.

Glee Dance coming soon as well as some Jiu Jitsu and someone suggested Xpose fitness which is... you guessed it (or you didn't) pole and chair dancing workout. Adding it to the list, but may choose to leave my camera at home for that one.

Till then (a very broken),
Sara