Sunday, February 13, 2011

that time i didn't hate yoga

Some people have told me that I'm very high strung. I don't think that I'm particularly uptight but I am a little high energy and a little tightly wound at times. It's for this reason that many of my friends have suggested that I take up yoga (or start taking valium). I've taken a lot of classes and generally when there's a lot of "let go your chi" crap and usually all it does is make me tense and angry.

However, in the last few months I've been sampling different yoga studios in the area in an effort to find one that works for me. This brought me to an intermediate-level power yoga class this past Tuesday. The room was heated to about 82 degrees and it was a small, intimate group. This allowed the instructor to come around to correct our form and help us into different positions. The instructor was fantastic, there wasn't too much talk about aligning my chakras or anything like that. I finally trusted myself enough to go for the intermediate class and I think that made a huge difference. Instead of questioning whether my fingers were right or if my hips needed to turn, I just went with how I felt. This allowed me to really sink into the yoga class and totally be in the moment. As the class went on, I felt the stress of the day just melt away.

Towards the end of the class she came over to me and started massaging the pressure points in my face, neck and shoulders and before I knew it, I was crying! It wasn't sad crying, the tears were coming from a place of immense peace and weightlessness.

Of course by the next morning I was back to being my tense self, but maybe there is something to this whole yoga thing... 

3 comments:

Dori said...

Yes! The right yoga class is just so amazing.

Every Little Thing said...

That's amazing! I need to get back into yoga. Good for you!

Monica said...

It's so awesome to hear about your yoga experience! I'm almost slightly jealous!