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…and yoga’s


I’ve been feeling the need to cross-train. And by cross-train, I don’t mean biking and swimming. I can get in the shower and drown any day of the week. By cross-train, I mean yoga.

I’ve had some experience over the years with pilates, but when a co-worker asked if I’d want to take a yoga class with her, I jumped at the chance. It’s been a goal of mine to at least try it and see if it would be something I could start to incorporate into my training as a support to running. Extra core workout. A means of cross-training. This was going to be great! I could feel it!

We chose a mid-week session that happened to be a “level 2” course. Yikes. I’ve never done this before, I told Molly, think I’ll be okay? She hadn’t been in a long time, and assured me that given my current fitness and the fact that I’d done pilates before, I should be fine. I figured that I’d be pretty good at following along by doing some delayed poses, if nothing else.

Molly and I arrived at the studio. She with her yoga bag full of yoga things; me, empty handed. Luckily, this first session was free for me, as a newbie. As was the yoga mat that was thankfully cleaned and sanitized, as I would soon find to be much appreciated.

We walked into the dimly lit, quiet studio, and I suddenly felt like I had stepped off the plane into Louisiana in the middle of a July day. Like breathing through a wet towel. No big deal. I can handle this.

We position ourselves right in front of the mirrors, which I preferred. Then I could look out of the corner of my eye at everyone else to see how to make each pose. I was fully confident in cheating my way through this yoga class.

Our instructor, Jackie, begins the session with soft tones and drawing out all her words and sentences. A little annoying, but I know she is trying to create an ambiance. Like the dim lights, heat/humidity, body odor weren’t enough.

I find the poses to be totally doable and my true confidence is building. These deep stretches are feeling great! Especially on my left side, which has been tight in the piriformis/hip area.

As the class progresses, Jackie periodically walks over to the thermostat and increases the temp. I don’t know what the max was, but by the middle of the session, if felt like I was now sitting outside on a Louisiana sidewalk in the middle of a July day. That means, it was worse. The big guy next to me is dripping in sweat and I’m forming small puddles too. My hands don’t grasp on my mat very well anymore and I slip each time I do the Downward Dog.

The class wraps up and the temp lowers. But, you can’t really tell. We are given a cool lavender-infused hand towel and I drape it over my forehead and face. Feels like a little piece of heaven.

All in all, I loved it. Who wouldn’t want to be drenched in sweat in a small room with 20+ complete strangers? And I can’t wait to go again.


4 thoughts on “…and yoga’s

  1. That hot yoga thing is a killer. I’m afraid to try it. Heat and I don’t get along all that well, though I’m better than I used to be. Downward Dog is almost as abusive as Child Pose. But getting a lavender infused towel sound really nice. I know it’s heresy, but some of the yoga stuff makes me batty. “roll onto your right side, away from your heart” always gets me. Our hearts are in the centre of our chest, essentially. What difference does the direction of rolling make, unless there are strangers on the mat next to you? And what does your heart have to do with it? Why not away from, or towards your liver?

    • And all I look for now is a yoga mat for purchase. And a towel thingy that you put on the mat to prevent slipage. A small fortune for each, just to get them both filthy in my body sweat and odors.

  2. I’ve been wanting to try yoga too! particularly hot yoga! our local lulu lemon store has free classes on sundays at 1130 that i’ve been meaning to get to!! reading this really really makes me want to go!

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