Y.oga

First Y.oga class today. A good friend and I walk into a beautiful old re-modeled home, up a set of stairs to a mint green & white room with hardwood floors, a big screen t.v. on one wall, several windows, and two tall topi.ary plants. The instructor, D, was sitting in-between the two plants on a mat & told us where to put our mats. "Have either of you ever done y.oga?" (We shake our heads no). "Ahhhhh, y.oga v.irgins- great!" (Uh-oh, what are we in for, is what I'm thinking). She tells us some y.oga basics... not for physical fitness although we should feel better, shouldn't hurt, not about a certain religion...yada, yada.

There were 7 of us in the class, which meets every Sat. morning for 6 weeks. A couple, two older women (who can bend with the best of them), one younger girl & the two v.irgins. So, we started crossing this leg with that arm & reaching, feeling, as D said, "every movement within the body. Feels delicious, doesn't it?" Delicious? Not supposed to hurt? I found long lost muscles that shouted "leave us alone!" Maybe I woke up my lazy ovaries today! I had a different perception of y.oga... that we would all be sitting around in the meditation pose for an hour trying to train the brain to "chill out" (remember- I'm doing this on my mission to learn to really relax & try some new things) instead I'm trying to keep up with the runner, fish & cobra pose & remembering when to inhale/exhale!

Here's the problem with taking a class like this with a good friend... it's so easy to get tickled! And this is not a time to be laughing. But when we had to suck on our thumb to find a certain stomach muscle, and D told me I had beautiful hips (a.k.a. well rounded) and to just "let them go", & you lock your hands under your pelvis, and learn that our bodies "love to be upside down"... well, it's just easy to get tickled doing this with your BFF! I think we had made D a little mad by the end of the class. We did finally do some meditation-type stuff at the end of the class, but I was too tired to relax, if that even makes sense.

But here's my final thoughts- I liked it. It's like Eastern medicine meets aerobics. I have no idea if it will increase my chances of fertility but I don't see how it could hurt. At least PC enjoyed the summary of the class and asked me to demonstrate certain poses (gotta love the mind of the male)...and I needed the "just right" y.oga outfit... you know, for inspiration, so check out my cute outfit from O.ld N.avy.------- Om Shanti, friends. "Let there be peace." Learned that today too:]