It all started with "Today class you will find your inner butter and flour and you will allow the life force to fold you into a pretzel"...at least that's what I thought the instructor at my beginner's yoga class said. Yes, you heard right, I went to my very first yoga class yesterday. I had taken regular classes many years ago but nothing in recent history. I was a bit worried about how hard it would be. Remember, I had a baby a year ago and it's only been a couple months since I've gotten over the terrible joint laxity (loose ligaments) problem I developed post partum. That being said, one would think joint laxity would be an asset but I was mildly worried that I would end up in some pretzel pose and the whole class would have to come and unravel me from it. Good, positive self confidence hard at work...lol.
Nonetheless, I persevered, walked into the class, beelined it for the nearest open space and set my mat down with a flourish so no one would know I was an impostor. Then you wouldn't believe what happened...I LOVED it! I had an awesome time. The instructor was terrific, the class was challenging but not overwhelming and I really relaxed. The cool down at the end when you close your eyes and reflect on your body was almost as soul nourishing as a massage. I am going to go again next week.
PS They have the neatest names for some of the poses...nothing food related though...odd...lol. Soon, I too will be an excellent tree. If you've never tried yoga and you have poo-pooed it as a bit too ethereal, give it a chance. There's a reason entire NHL hockey teams take classes.