This afternoon, for the first time in my life, I took a yoga class. (actually, that’s not true, I took one before, but it was years ago, and it might have been pilates.)
I wasn’t planning on trying it, but I was stretching in a side room at the gym, and a yoga instructor came in to get ready for his class and said to me, “yoga will help your stretching, you should take the noon class”. And I was like, “oh, I don’t think yoga is for me.” And he said, “just try one class”. And I did.
It’s weird because my therapist has been telling me to try yoga for a long time (ya know, because my head ain’t right). A therapist, and the acupuncture, and the yoga and the vodka… I don’t know what else to try to calm this busy little head of mine.
I’m not sure if it was a mistake or not, but I ran on the treadmill for about 20 minutes before the class. My legs were tired, and as a result, my tired legs gave out on me a couple of times during yoga (i.e. I tipped over). Not like, on my face, but I lost my balance while standing on one leg and had to catch myself. It’s really so much harder than I expected it to be.
The teacher was about 50 years old. A southern man. He was very calm. Throughout the class he kept saying to everyone (all 14 ladies and me and a gender questionable person)… he kept saying to everyone “Everything is fine”. “Everything is fine”…. but in a very soothing way. “Everrrrythinnnng is fiiiiiiiiiiine.” sigh.
I don’t know why he kept saying it, or what it was, his voice, or the clutter-free room, but everything DID seem better after he said it. It kind of felt like when a parent tells you “everything is gonna be fine, kiddo“. It was very reassuring, and it made me feel really calm.
The class was an hour. I sweated more than I expected. And I saw more of one woman than I had wanted.
I think I’m going to go every Monday. i hope it gives me some inner peace. (and a wider back).