Wednesday, March 4, 2009

downward facing dog

I'm high strung. Anyone who knows me understands and eventually comes to embrace this fact. I have read so many articles extolling the wonders of yoga: it's a great workout, helps clear your head, and so on. Personally, I'm relaxed by running until I want to throw up, or staying on the stairmaster until I can't feel my legs. To each his own. So tonight I tried yoga for the second time of my life. I was really skeptical since the first experience was pretty awful. I was pleasantly surprised that the instructor was normal, funny and had excellent personal hygiene! Not only did I enjoy it, but I'll probably go back next week. Thank you Whitney, for reversing the damage that the awful yoga instructor at Ballys inflicted upon me. Please allow me to explain...

Last February I was going through a bit of a tough time emotionally. In an effort to help myself find some inner peace, I decided to give yoga a shot. The first thing I noticed when I walked into the small, windowless yoga room was that it smelled. Really, really bad. Like sweat and a wet dog. Already I was not relaxed. In walked the instructor and she had dreaded hair, a tie-dye tank top, I swear her pants were made of hemp and patchouli. The worst part was that it was me and ONE other girl, so there was no way for me to flee unnoticed. Damnit. Twenty minutes into the class she was standing over me, trying to correct my form. This would have been fine if she didn't smell like she'd been sleeping outside for the last couple of weeks sans shower. Thirty minutes in I pretty much wanted to choke on my yoga mat. Forty-five minutes in she was telling me to relax and open up my mind because I was too stiff. It took everything in me not to punch her in the face and run out of the room screaming.

I don't have a clue how, but I made it through the class. When she freed me from yoga-jail, I ran out of the room, so happy to finally smell fresh air once again. I was so stressed when I got home that I immediately uncorked a huge bottle of wine. Weirdly enough, I was instantly relaxed.

Moral of the story: For relaxation yoga is pretty great, but wine is way, way better.



3 comments:

Anonymous said...

hiii its me Deirdre. not all yoga places smell I swear!!!

jessie said...

haha it only smelled the first time!

Mara @ What's For Dinner? said...

I swear, i had the SAME experience at Bally's!