There. I said it. You know what I do like? The idea of yoga. I love the thought of stretching and feeling calm, relaxed and focussed, which are three things I rarely allow myself to feel, particularly all at once. Hubs and I did a 10 week yoga course 2 years ago, when I was pregnant with Chanbe, and we actually quite liked it. I liked the instructor – she wasn’t too hippy – and I really felt my flexibility improving, even though each week the moves would become a little more awkward.
But my friend invited me along to a yoga class the other night and I thought “why not!?” Why not? Where to do I start? The class went from 6:15-8:00pm, which you might think is great! I really got my money’s worth, right? Wellllllllll. Not exactly. The first 45 minutes we did 3 different yoga “sequences”, 2 of which the instructor didn’t want me doing because I’m pregnant. There are 2 of us in the class who are pregnant, and she didn’t offer any real alternative, other than “stand up and breathe while lifting your arms up and down.” In my class 2 years ago, the instructor would always have an “alternative routine” for me, and anyone who wanted, to do, which I really appreciated. It made me feel like I was still a part of the class instead of “the big pregnant lady who can’t do downward facing dog.”
So that was the first 45 minutes. And what did we do for the next hour? We breathed. We sensed the air flowing through our nostrils and into our lungs. The 2 pregnant ladies were told to “feel the air make its way down to your womb, where your baby is growing.” For an hour. Some of you may think this sounds amazing, but all I could think about was “I paid money for someone to talk to me about my nostrils??” Clearly, I missed the point of it all. Or rather, I get the point (dedicating time in your life to be still and present and focussed) but I just don’t enjoy it.
I’ve gotten to a stage in my life where I don’t feel like I have to pretend to like something because it’s good for me, or it’s cultural (like arthouse movies – BORING!) so I’m sticking with I don’t like yoga. At least for now.