My two friends and I ventured to yet another exercise class. This time it was yoga. I have never taken a yoga class before but after our Pilates class from hell two weeks ago, I can assure you, I was nervous.
It just now feels like I can walk in an upright position without a twinge of pain, so why not go back for another class? This time it wasn't an hour long session though - it was an hour and a half.
I was ready though. I had my new cute charcoal gray yoga pants on and I knew what I was in for...or at least I thought I knew.
A different instructor walked into the class this time. It was an older man who reminded me of an art professor I had in college once. He was very earthy and probably hugged a tree on his way into the gym, but I liked him. He was calm and his voice was soothing as he started right away by playing dreamy and soothing music along the lines of this - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Owg-NaUoHHo
We sat on our mats and stretched. I kept waiting for the pain to start and the downward dogs or whatever the poses are called but they never happened. It was 90 minutes of stretching and breathing and simple poses. No pain, no agony...just peace and (dare I say it) calm.
I actually had a hard time with the tranquility at first. I couldn't stop my mind from going a thousand miles an hour. I can't remember the last time that I took a deep breath or made my thoughts slow down. I heard my head say, "Come on, come on, let's get on with the work out if we're going to do it. I have too many things to do today than to relax."
To make matters worse, with each move I kept getting the scent of my hair which smelled like bacon and pancakes that I made for breakfast this morning. This made me think about the kids. Their school, their homework, bacon, their lunch for tomorrow, my husband, his job, my job, bacon, my parents, his parents...on and on...
I knew that I was SUPPOSED to be focusing on my breathing and stop the craziness in my head, so I tried to switch gears.
Listening to the music, stretching on the mat and taking each breath at a time began to teach me something. It's good to shut everything off once in a while. We don't do this enough. The day, the stress, everyday life. Even when we have a minute, we turn on the TV or the internet, etc. It's really hard to just stop everything - even for a second.
Today was good and I'll try to remember this from now on. I know I'll never get to the level of granola that I'm sure the yoga instructor would appreciate. I'm too much of a bacon kind of girl to accomplish that. I do see the benefit in it though and I learned today to respect that.
There's something to be said about taking the time to better yourself, your thoughts, your mind and body which as a whole, can make you a better person all around...and that's almost as good as bacon any day. Almost. : )
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It just now feels like I can walk in an upright position without a twinge of pain, so why not go back for another class? This time it wasn't an hour long session though - it was an hour and a half.
I was ready though. I had my new cute charcoal gray yoga pants on and I knew what I was in for...or at least I thought I knew.
A different instructor walked into the class this time. It was an older man who reminded me of an art professor I had in college once. He was very earthy and probably hugged a tree on his way into the gym, but I liked him. He was calm and his voice was soothing as he started right away by playing dreamy and soothing music along the lines of this - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Owg-NaUoHHo
We sat on our mats and stretched. I kept waiting for the pain to start and the downward dogs or whatever the poses are called but they never happened. It was 90 minutes of stretching and breathing and simple poses. No pain, no agony...just peace and (dare I say it) calm.
I actually had a hard time with the tranquility at first. I couldn't stop my mind from going a thousand miles an hour. I can't remember the last time that I took a deep breath or made my thoughts slow down. I heard my head say, "Come on, come on, let's get on with the work out if we're going to do it. I have too many things to do today than to relax."
To make matters worse, with each move I kept getting the scent of my hair which smelled like bacon and pancakes that I made for breakfast this morning. This made me think about the kids. Their school, their homework, bacon, their lunch for tomorrow, my husband, his job, my job, bacon, my parents, his parents...on and on...
I knew that I was SUPPOSED to be focusing on my breathing and stop the craziness in my head, so I tried to switch gears.
Listening to the music, stretching on the mat and taking each breath at a time began to teach me something. It's good to shut everything off once in a while. We don't do this enough. The day, the stress, everyday life. Even when we have a minute, we turn on the TV or the internet, etc. It's really hard to just stop everything - even for a second.
Today was good and I'll try to remember this from now on. I know I'll never get to the level of granola that I'm sure the yoga instructor would appreciate. I'm too much of a bacon kind of girl to accomplish that. I do see the benefit in it though and I learned today to respect that.
There's something to be said about taking the time to better yourself, your thoughts, your mind and body which as a whole, can make you a better person all around...and that's almost as good as bacon any day. Almost. : )
Please Remember to VOTE by Clicking below each day!
Thank You!!!
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