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Friday, January 31, 2014

Yoga for Dummies - Part 1

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I love yoga. Not in the way that people who LOVE yoga love yoga, but more in the way where before class I look forward to going and after class I'm glad that it's over. The hour I spend at yoga is an even mixture of being bored out of my mind and killing the instructor in my head because ohmylanta I hate dolphin pose and you can't make me do this and you aren't the boss of me and most frequently learn to count dude that was way more than three breaths.

However, for a long time I was scared to go to class. What if I couldn't do it? What if everyone knew I'd never done yoga before? Would the instructor use language that I couldn't follow? Would I be expected to know poses and be able to do them without any problems?

Fortunately, my yoga experiences over the past few years have been in an extremely user friendly environment. My classes met in a multipurpose room at the community rec center, and were led by Natalie, who I love dearly simply because remember that time she ended class in a fight and then security showed up? (Still the best yoga class ever.)

Since I now belong to LIFETIME FITNESS (*cue angel chorus*), there are several yoga classes at my disposal. They range in style and proficiency level, and are offered at varying days and times. Because all that wasn't awesome enough, they are held in the brand new yoga studio. I was excited to try some new classes, in the new studio, in my new gym. I thought I would throw together a little tutorial for all the yoga newbies out there, written from a first hand account of my second time around newbie status. Here are my words of wisdom.

If you find you don't run well in hooves, you
may not be a goat.
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First, if you are new to the class, arrange for what you think will be an early entrance so that you can get a spot in the back of the room. A back-of-the-room spot ensures that not only will you have a myriad of examples to try to emulate, but also limits the number of people who witness your graceful fall(s) out of tree pose looking to you for direction. Get to the yoga studio hallway and take off your shoes and socks. Shove them quickly into a cubbie so that no one will be able to pinpoint the source of the lovely smell wafting up from your kicks. (If you are outed for your stank shoes, justify this with, "I totally just ran three miles. Fitness ain't always pretty.")

The hallway outside the yoga studio will be empty save for a lone participant. Ask this fiiiiine young gentleman if you can enter the room (even though you are clearly seven minutes early and you will probably be the only one in the room for a while). You are anticipating a few minutes of solitude and probably that sounds wonderful because you are an introvert and new situations are hard. The fiiiiine young gentleman gives the go ahead to enter the room but warns Hot Yoga just got out so it will still be a bit warm inside.

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You stride confidently to the door, twist the handle and pull it toward you. Unfortunately it is a "push" door, and your pull trick has resulted in some awesomely un-Zen banging against the door frame. You will giggle, turn back to face the fiiiiine young gentleman as you are entering the room, and say in your everyday indoor voice (which others describe as a "hollering to friends far in the distance" voice ), "I'm new at how doors work." Once both feet are in the yoga studio you will deduce three things.




1. 94 degrees in a yoga studio after running three miles must be what hell feels like. You will immediately renew your commitment to the Lord.

2. Although the room is dark, you can make out approximately twenty pairs of eyes that are enjoying your entrance. You just performed for a full house. Refrain from bowing but secretly expect flowers (or a standing ovation) after class.

3. Unfortunately, the people who yoga at your gym are a punctual bunch. Seven minutes early buys you one of the final two spaces left in class - both of which are smack in the middle of the front row. As you set up your mat mentally prepare for the performance of a lifetime. (The one where you play a supple young thing who exudes serenity and not the 34 year old mother of four who probably yelled, "EVERYONE STOP SCREAMING! CAN'T WE JUST BE QUIET FOR ONE MINUTE?!" approximately one and a half hours prior.)(Most importantly, you must be able to fake yoga mastery proficiency.)

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Once you are all set up, the door will open and the fiiiiine young gentleman from the hallway will glide from the door to the front of the room ... two feet from you and your claimed space. He will glance around and with a voice that imparts tranquility say, "Let's take a deep squat," and that, my friends, is the last time you will ever trust a tone of voice for the rest of your natural life. Because "taking a deep squat"? Is the opposite of tranquil. For someone with hip flexor issues and a deep-seeded* fear of public flatulence (her own, not others)(most public flatulence is hysterical)(*deep seeded  - literally), "taking a deep squat" is as close to public torture as is allowed in the United States of America.

What follows the deep squat are fifteen of the most hellish minutes imaginable. You will probably be dripping sweat from the tip of your nose, chin, elbows, and fingertips as you attempt different poses, praying for the apocalypse simply to escape yoga.  As everyone around you flows from one pose to the next you can't participate in true vinyasa because you have no standard in/out breathing. There is only desperate gasping. And panting. And, or course, acting like you are calmly breathing iiiiiinthroughthenose and oooooouuuuutthroughthenose.

Fiiiiine young gentleman will say, "Now that we are warmed up ..." and then he will not say anything else because you will bum rush him and karate kick him in his throat.

Just chill, 'til the next episode
-Snoop Dogg
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Okay, that will not really happen. (Well, only if you want to avoid jail, because you know, assault is illegal.)(Especially assault with a deadly weapon.)(Namaste, you Killing Machine) What will happen is that you will take a cleansing breath and prepare for the real fun to begin. And don't worry - you will survive this class.




Stay tuned for Monday when you will learn how to deal with yoga choreography (fake it 'til you make it), inappropriate touching (don't pet the downward dog), and recovering from a crash (floor burn on your chin?!) all in Yoga for Dummies - Part 2. Have a great weekend!

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10 comments:

  1. hahhahaha Good times, good times! It's now official - I am not going to yoga!

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    1. Haha - don't worry, it gets better. And by better I mean way worse ;-)

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  2. and this is why I've never tried yoga lol... you are awesome Kelly!

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    1. Thanks, Alma! You'll have to try it when you are recovered a bit. You'll either love it or we can giggle together about your experience! I hope you are feeling better!

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  3. I'm working towards getting certified to teach! Breathing is key, I just NOW learned how to do it right! :-)

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    1. I would totally come to your class! The commute might be difficult, but I'm sure it would be worth it :)

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  4. And now I'm firmly committed to never trying yoga. ;) But I always appreciate your take on these things!

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    1. We'll just add yoga to the list of things we need to do together. Seriously, this is the first time in my running history I don't have really bad hip flexor pain, and I attribute it to one of the yoga classes at my gym. (obviously not this one ;-)

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  5. Hearing you say you had to take a front row position truly caused anxiety in me. A full year of off and on yoga (mostly on) and I still try to get to the back of the room. I'm going to say I have an inner ear problem and leave it at that. It seems like a good excuse right? Actually I miss yoga. What Portland thinks is yoga has me horrified. A lot of yanking on each other and people holding each other up by their feet.......girl I kid you not. Until I am a 100% sure there will be no sweaty touching of other folks I am avoiding yoga here like the plague.

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    1. Duuuuude, I'm so with you. Please give me my personal space. In the back of the room. With no spectators.

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