When Good Yoga Goes Bad
When I was 21, I went to my very first yoga class with my mom. When it comes to coordination, I am the Fric to her Frac. The Tweedle-Dee to her Tweedle...uh, she can be Tweedle-Dee.
When she would go to aerobics back in the day, she would have me and my sister in stitches as she explained how she would go left when the rest of the class would go right, how she would go forward when they would go backward, and how she was supposed to clap and step:
Then, one day I went to Zumba and knew, without a doubt, that I was not adopted. But that is a post for another time.
Anyway, I've done yoga on and off since that first class with my mom, and after this recent course of physio, I knew that starting again would be wise in order to keep me strong, limber(ish), and injury-free.
I skipped on over to my gym for an evening class. Their Biggest Loser program was meeting at the same time as yoga. As I sat in the all-purpose exercise classroom, I was quite sure there was a bowling tournament happening outside the door. What happened to not dropping the weights on the floor??
If you've been to yoga, you know that every instructor has her own style. I have never been to a class, though, that just jumped right in to strengthening exercises. No 'meditation' to start? Hello, I need to centre myself before just jumping in.
Well, maybe not quite to that extent, but I am used to easing in to my sun salutations and I felt unprepared.
Our instructor started the calm, soothing music she was going to use for the class.