There are a number of places where you would never expect to see me; at Donald Trump fundraiser, inside a Taco Bell or at a yoga session. I have never had anything against yoga (I do have something against Trump and Taco Bell) but I always imagined that it was for the female of the species and had too much scope for embarrassment involving falling over and injuring myself and possibly others (why do things by halves)?
It so happened, however, that some coworkers and I decided to go to Shakespeare in the park on Boston Common (King Lear or King Larry as my coworker referred to him) one evening and there was a yoga in the park session just before it. Against my better judgement I found myself agreeing to go to yoga with them. It was free so it would cost nothing more than my pride and possibly my health. I had vivid nightmares of a photo of me in a pose that resembled a constipated crab that I was unable to get out of circulating around the office for months.
When the day of doom came I was nervous; there were a lot more people than I was expecting and the park was full of potential witnesses to my embarrassment. Just before the session started my coworkers informed me that “she (the instructor) may touch you” and these unfortunate words panicked me until they explained that sometimes the teacher would correct peoples poses.
The biggest issue that I had was that I didn’t know any of the poses. When the instructor told us to get into “downward dog” I didn’t know whether I should bark or look for a lamp post to aim at. As I had to follow what other people were doing I was a little bit behind everyone else and nowhere near as flexible but I did my best and managed to not fall over and my shorts didn’t split. My coworkers didn’t mock me either, in fact they were both really supportive as I should have expected because they are great.
Here’s the thing; I was shocked to find that I actually enjoyed it. Looking up at the trees and the sky as I exercised was really cool and I felt so relaxed after it. The next day I had pains in muscles that I didn’t even know I had but I liked it so much that I ended up going the week after and I’ll be going this week too. I guess the moral of the story is don’t knock something until you’ve tried it! That’s my motto for the week.
What do you think of yoga? Have you ever had any exercise mishaps?