My good friend Kristie invited me to try out a yoga class with her Wednesday night. I was excited because I practiced some yoga in college, and definitely did it while I was pregnant. But after this class, I can say that I haven't really ever done yoga.
OMG. It was so advanced and fast and sweaty and.....jeez, I felt so out of shape and off-balance! I can't tell you how many times I teetered like an infant learning to walk. Also? I knew several of the poses, but there were some crazy-ass complicated ones that I just am not flexible or strong enough to attempt (the hammock? the crane ??) My boobs were in the way, my muffin top was in the way, my feet kept falling asleep, and omg, my hips-they failed me miserably. Ever since I had my girl, my hips are so tight and stiff and I feel like they belong to a 95 year old.
What killed me though, besides the twinge of jealousy at seeing these lean, long women do headstands and outrageously limber things with their limbs, was the woman who let one rip when we were doing some rocking move. She was right behind me, and omg, I just lost my shit. I tried so hard not to laugh. My whole body was shaking, so hopefully that hid the fact that I was in tears, I was laughing so hard. And in my head, I could see my mom doing that. Or better yet, my mom being there with me, dropping to the ground in a fit of giggles and tears.
I know these things can happen, but seriously, it's my first ever yoga class and that happens. I'm tearing up just thinking about it!
Afterwards, I was soaking wet and weak. I drove home feeling more limber than I had in a long time. I took a shower, spread out on the bed, and passed out. I slept like a rock last night!
This morning, I woke up stiff, sore, and limping.
But I totally want to do it again! I'm hoping to take a class this evening, or at least on Saturday. I think that maybe this is the key to strengthening and stretching my hips. In the process though, I will look like a stiff, old lady pretzel.