A few weeks ago I had the opportunity to wake up early on Saturday morning, go for a short run by myself (!), and end at a self-storage facility where a group of ladies was ready and waiting to do yoga on the roof of one the buildings there. Need I mention the beauty of the situation? The perfection of the weather? The calming energy of the yoga poses? I think not. I’ll let the picture speak for itself.
And then I’ll tell you that I went to my first yoga class at the Y today. And I let them watch my kids for me while I did it. Squish had a good cry right after I left, but who can blame him? He was in a strange place with strange people and only the brother who is constantly pushing him away from his toys to comfort him. I would cry too. Manchild did just fine by himself, but drove his dad and me nuts afterwards. It really shouldn’t take an hour to eat a small bowl of soup. But I digress. I was talking about yoga. So I went, found a mat and sat down on it and waited. And waited. And waited some more. Every time the door opened there was a feeling of relief. “Oh, this must be the teacher.” But it wasn’t. Finally a staff member came down and said the teacher would be there in 5 minutes. By that point the hour long yoga class was only going to be half an hour. I was slightly disappointed, but only until we got started. Then I was glad it was short because I didn’t really know what I was doing.
Yoga is so deceptive. At least it deceives me. I want to get my heart rate up. I want to pump some iron. I want to sweat. And all I’m doing is holding some strange pose and trying to breathe deeply. I feel like I’m being cheated out of a real workout. Don’t get me wrong, I enjoy it. I really do. I definitely feel my body move in different ways, and I love the stretching. But I don’t really feel what’s going on until it’s all over. Tonight we laid down on the mats and the teacher turned off the lights and we relaxed and as we were relaxing in the dark I thought, “I’m glad I came just for this time to completely relax.” And then I got up and ran home and noticed the change in my posture and the spring in my step and the lengthening of my muscles — as well as a little bit of shakiness from the strength aspect of it — and I remembered that yoga is done so that you can feel much better when it’s over. I definitely felt more aligned in body and mind, more aware of my body, more in tune.
And then I went home and unaligned them by banging my head against the wall trying to to get my kid to eat his dinner. So I’ll probably go back next week for a realignment.