Thursday night is yoga night. I love yoga as much as I ever have, if not more so. It’s energizing and de-stressing and provides a nice balance to the rest of the exercise that I do. As I get more fit in general, I’m definitely getting better at yoga too. Still, the class is an hour and a half long, and she frequently runs over, which means oftentimes I don’t even get in the car to head home until 8:40. So sometimes on Thursdays I find myself not exactly looking forward to going. I generally do go, because I know I’ll feel good once I get there. And because I’m meeting my friend Becky for class. That tip they always give you in magazine articles about having a workout buddy for extra motivation really is a good one.
Anyway, depending on the day, I either grudgingly or enthusiastically present myself for yoga class. I usually get there a little early because I want to stake out the spot that Becky and I like at the back of the room. Every week there are people who think that they can go in ahead of me, even though they arrived after I did. I know it is going to happen, because they do it every week, but it really bothers me. I find myself getting all competitive, eyeing my fellow yoga attendees warily and edging closer to the studio door as the hip hop aerobics class winds down. I’m practically ready to start throwing elbows. It’s not a very yoga-appropriate attitude, which I guess just proves how very much I need the class. By the end of the class I’m a completely different person – all groovy and relaxed and smiling at everyone – with nary a violent urge in sight. Behold the power of yoga.
I am contemplating trying yoga but can't get enough nerve going!