I took my first yoga class today. It was specifically for beginners like me, and I went with my friend Deb. I mention this because I wouldn’t have gone without her. Trying the unknown is better with a partner for whom the unknown-to-me is familiar. This particular class was “restorative” and I must say I found it to be quite relaxing. I can’t remember the big fancy word she used. I’d have to ask Deb. There was lots of stretching, lots of what I would call ‘melting into the mat’ and lots of repetitive poses. We would move into one pose, then into a second, then back to the first. Back and forth, stretching and breathing into each position. Each time we moved into the old, I found myself relaxing more into it as it became more familiar to me. And I liked the breathing – who doesn’t? – reminding me to fill my lungs and feel the breath. Inhaling relaxation and exhaling the stress (or for me, the tension of the morning’s headache). As we ended the session – or practice, as the instructor called it – I felt nice and noodly. That’s a good thing.
I think I might like yoga. Who knew? 🙂