Finally! Finally! Finally! I made it to a yoga class! Hooray! I shouldn’t be so excited, because everything was WAY beyond my abilities.
Backing up a bit…when I made my list of 50 things I wanted to do before my birthday, I put Take A Yoga Class as #49. That was in April, 2010. I have been working on my list and finalized as many items as I could before my birthday last month. But I never made it to a yoga class, much to the dismay of my friend Sheri, who offered numerous options for classes and said she would go with me. I wanted to go, but it never quite worked out.
When the Maplewood Y reopened in February, after extensive renovation, John and I signed right up for a family membership. We started very slowly but are now going a few evenings each week, mostly walking on the treadmill. Emily has tried out several classes, but I have been hesitant to go to one. This week, I decided that I was going to try a class before the week was over. I looked at the class list and there is was – Gentle Yoga on Thursday at 7:00pm. I made up my mind that I was going to go. I have thought about it all week. Today, I was really excited whenever the thought that I was going to try this class came to mind.
I was really nervous before the class. I didn’t have any idea how many people would be in the class, or how much experience they would have. I really didn’t want to feel foolish, but I decided I was willing to risk looking foolish in exchange for giving yoga a try. I went into the room and found a mat and got ready.
The class was hard. Really, really hard. I had a hard time figuring out what I was supposed to be doing and an impossible time trying to make my body move the way it was supposed to. I did yoga for a while about 10 years ago, when I was much thinner and more flexible. Tonight, the simplest poses were very difficult for me. Still, I am so glad that I went. First, it felt so good to stretch. I stretched and stretched my muscles and it felt wonderful. Second, it didn’t matter whether the other people in the class were more advanced than I was. I was just focused on trying to make my body do the poses as best as I could and it really seemed like I could have been all alone with the instructor. Third, the relaxation time at the end of the class was heavenly. As I left the class, I had the biggest smile on my face. I felt so good.
I was so terrible at yoga. But it didn’t matter. I gave it a try. I met my goal. I can cross another one off the list. And I want to go back again. I am counting today as a big success.