YOGA?????? LOL. Everyone knows Gilly has mishaps with yoga. Or should I say, has mishaps in her continual quest to actually like and/or practice yoga.
The first time I tried yoga was in high school. My mom had a book about yoga practice. I tried it. It seemed pointless. LOL. Thinking years later that maybe I just wasn't mature enough I tried again via DVD. Again, pointless. The next time I tried yoga was due to the fact that I was doing P90X and it had a yoga day. I loathed yoga day. Pointless. LOL.
I tried yoga again with another DVD. And another. And possibly another. I bought a downloadable yoga program and tried it. Once.
Having "tried" all these different yoga programs, DVDs, etc. I know the very basics of yoga. The very basics. Since I never got that far into yoga I recognize basic poses and have practiced several of them at one time or another. I know enough to practice my own little version of all the yoga I can stand. This yoga I call "dark yoga" and I normally practice it on Sunday mornings after my cardio. It consists of a few poses that I know, done to whatever music I'm feeling that day, in the mostly dark of the man cave while Sam is still asleep upstairs. Then, with my mind right, I head to the barn for "church" with Max.
I would think that should be enough for me after all my failed attempts at yoga. Yet, quite recently, I decided to try again. For real this time. At a real yoga studio. With other people. And stuff....thangs...you know...
LOL. Why would I do this after so many failures? Because I have an it isn't you, it is me relationship with yoga. I really do feel that yoga has something to offer me I have yet to discover. And I feel that is MY issue, not yoga's issue.
So, I joined this studio that is conveniently on my way to and from work. Almost so convenient that one would say it was meant to be if she believed in that sort of thing. And I have actually taken a class. Yah! for me!!!! That was the first step and believe me it was a BIG step. I'm not a fan of exercise classes. Oh, you didn't know that? Oh.God.I.HATE.Them. If they served beer at an exercise class it would be a bar. Chicks wear skimpy shit and show their tits basically. And I always expected that yoga class would be full of all kinds of little yoga bunnies with their Lululemon wears and their "yoga-speak" and then there would be me in my sweatpants. LOL.
But, I am happy to report that it was not like that at all. My instructor was nice and very knowledgeable. My classmates were kind. One even introduced herself afterwards and asked how I had liked class. I left feeling refreshed and hopeful that yoga and I could actually mend our relationship and start anew.
See, I think I may need the help of yoga in my future. That is why I have tried so many times to befriend it and even though I have failed everytime I try again. I think I need yoga. I need it to help these aches and pains from years of lifting and work. I need it to be flexible enough so as not to throw my already nagging back out of wack on a whim. I need it to be nimble enough so as not to break a hip someday. Yoga and I have a future together.
And really how can you not give something a tenth chance when it involves anything called downward dog and ends with you lying on the floor just chillin'?
Trying to live well in every way...and sometimes laughing about it later.