The other day I dragged Tom along to a spin & yoga class. It was 45 minute spin followed by 30 minutes of yin yoga. They called it spin & yin. I’m a sucker for a catchy name so I decided to give it a try.
I’ve done yoga on occasion but generally hot yoga. During hot yoga I feel like I’m working hard due to the excessive sweating that I’m doing. Therefore I’m pretty dialed into the workout. But regular yoga, I can’t do that. Note my use of the term “regular yoga”. I am vaguely aware that there are different types of yoga but I have no clue what they entail.
I’ve had a pretty good feeling after my last couple of times taking a “regular yoga” class that I wasn’t mean to be a yogi but I thought I would give it another try. Maybe this time will be different, I told myself. It wasn’t…
As we entered the room for our yin yoga, we went up against a wall with our legs spread apart, dropped our head down and kept our palms on the wall. There’s probably a name for this pose but for my purposes we’ll call it torture. We then held this pose for an eternity. I’m certain this is not an exaggeration.
During this eternal time I had time to think, a lot of time to think. And my thoughts went like this: What are we supposed to be doing? Are my hands placed right? Should I be feeling a stretch? Engage your core Jen. Ow, that hurts, stop engaging and hope the instructor doesn’t notice. Are we done yet? My arms hurt, are other peoples arms hurting? Tom’s head looks funny upside down. Are we done yet? Are my eyes supposed to be opened or closed? I probably should be meditating. How do I meditate? Are we done yet?
It reminded me very much of one of my favourite TV shows Gilmore Girls where Lorelai calls her thoughts a wild jungle full of scary gibberish. Yup, that’s me!
Then as we finally brought our heads upright I got quite the head rush. My eyes started to go black and I was fairly certain I was going to faint. I believe there was some other poses we did standing with our arms on the wall but I was just focusing on not being “that girl” that passes out during yoga.
Finally it was time to lay on the mat. Shavasana – nap time, right? Wrong.
Instead we layed on a bolster (IE big pillow) and tried to stretch out our quads. Of course I was embarrassingly doing the pose wrong and had to be corrected. Then I thought about the fact that I was still sweating from spin and now laying on this cloth bolster. How many other sweaty people had layed on this bolster? I tried not to think about it.
Laying beside Tom I kept looking at him and giggling. Then I would whisper to him about how my legs hurt and how I was bored. I don’t think you’re supposed to do this in yoga class.
As we finished up class and I put away my sweaty bolster (sorry next time users) I realized that perhaps yoga isn’t for me. I think learning to quiet your mind probably takes practice and eventually you might find holding a pose for an eternity satisfying. But I doubt I’ll be a yogi anytime soon.
Are you a fan of yoga? Is your mind a wild jungle full of scary gibberish?