I was still kind of upset last night -- this has been an emotionally rocky week for a variety of annoying and/or stressful-if-good reasons -- and knew I had to do something to get me moving and thinking about something other than my friending and rejection issues.
So I screwed my courage up and went over to the yoga school O2 Yoga
on Highland Ave, which I've been meaning to check out. It looks very fruits-and-granola when you walk past on the street.. but I'm not sure you ever get very far from the nuts in yoga, so to speak.
I checked out the website last week and found out that they have frequent Basics classes, and one was last night, so I threw myself into a t-shirt and leggings and drove over so I was there a good 20 minutes before class began.
Somehow, I'd thought a 7:45 yoga class would be sparsely attended. Instead, there must have been a good 20 people in the small waiting area, most of them with yoga mats slung over their shoulders. I gradually made my way up to the reception desk and asked if this was the Basics class.
Thank goodness, they were very helpful and welcoming. They have a special two class introductory special price, so I committed myself to at least one more class.
O2 Yoga, it turns out teaches a fairly strenuous version of yoga... and their Basics class isn't so much pitched at beginners. I'm guessing it's more like they slow it down a bit, and avoid the really challenging poses. (The website has some pictures of the instructors in poses that would do Chinese acrobats proud.)
The room was also damn crowded. I found a place way to the back, which was good because I didn't want to think that everyone was staring at me. It probably didn't help that I was perhaps the fattest person there... and I'm close to Dove Girl territory.
But the instructor was pretty good with his instructions, so that I didn't get too lost or confused about right or left, and while my stretching wasn't the best, I felt like I was reasonably keeping up with the class, which is better than I expected. I really started to fade on the Downward-Facing Dog pose (which is where your body is like an inverted V, folding at the waist -- my legs were OK, but my arms started trembling pretty bad) which would sequence into an airplane-type stance.
I was dripping
sweat fairly soon, and I realized why some of the other students had brought small towels in with them. For exercize that isn't particularly fast, that doesn't raise the heart rate all that much... it sure is a work out and a half.
(One odd thing, to me -- there was a lot of instruction on where to look
as you did a particular pose -- eyes to the farthest left, or loosely focussed on the tip of your nose or whatever. It makes a kind of sense, but I never thought that would be part of an athletic endeavor.)
But best of all it helped to bring me out of the down mood I was in, because I stopped brooding and just thought about how I was going to get through one more god-damned Down Dog et al -- I got into the moment, which helped get some emotional perspective on all that's been going on in my life.
Today my arms were a bit heavy, but by and large I ended up with more energy not less. I can try another lesson this weekend, though I've written the email address because there's a mention that they do offer an occasional "Basics for Beginners" class, so we'll see.