I’m not the person I picture when I imagine someone who does yoga. I have thought for a long time that it would be good for me – but I just couldn’t see myself doing it. I tried. Over the past several years, I have taken a handful of beginner classes in different venues with different instructors. And I quit every time. I really, really didn’t like it: it was too slow, too boring, required too much flexibility that I didn’t have, and my mind was always on the other things, like my grocery list. Maybe yoga would be good for me – but I wasn’t good at yoga:(
But always in the back of my mind I thought I should try it again.
Enter the new and improving Me. Along with my new-found dedication to a healthy eating lifestyle, is a commitment to taking my workouts to the next level. Could that level include yoga? Dare I try again? Yes!
I have now gone five times in the past three weeks. Five times without quitting! A new record. And even more surprising – I really like it. Really, really like it. I keep asking myself what is different this time; I don’t know the answer. But I know it has something to do with me and not the venue or the instructor. Something was just right this time and the planets aligned and here I am – a yogini.
I will admit to you that I am not good at yoga. It’s hard! I am very inflexible (which is the biggest reason why I kept thinking I should do it). And some of the poses take so much muscle control and strength that I start shaking. Possibly most surprising of all to me is that during those last minutes of class when the room is dark and we lie on our mats listening to the calm words of our instructor, I am so relaxed that I can barely stay awake. No to-do lists running through my head. (I am not known for my relaxing personality – another reason to practice yoga.) And when class is over, I feel great – physically and emotionally.
And extra bonus: DH is coming to class too:)
My new affection for yoga is unexpected and inexplicable to me. I don’t think I’ll ever envision myself as my stereotypical image of a woman who practices (earthy and sleek, contorting her body in gravity-defying ways, wearing a body-skimming cami top over low-cut wide-waist form-fitting pants with no visible panty line), but I can clearly picture me doing this for a long time to come. Now I just need to get the lingo down. Namaste.