Best $15 I ever did spend. It took lying on a mat in a dark studio that smelled like feet in Melrose with about 13 other women breathing loudly for me to finally relax.
I’m a 23 year old, white female and I had never yoga’d until last night. I’m part of the minority here. All of my girlfriends have yoga’d for a while now and, obviously, everyone else and their mothers have also at least tried it but I never really had any interest. I like sports. I like running, sweating, and strategizing. Plus, I’m probably one of the least flexible people in the world and I have awful posture so I never in a million years thought I’d enjoy sitting there, stretching and contorting my body. It all just sounds so painful. Not to mention, it was a little intimidating. Women are judgmental creatures and I had a long freaking week. If someone looked at me with RBF I probably would have kicked her in the teeth (before the class). After the class I couldn’t have cared less. I probably would have smiled and said “Namaste”. I still don’t know what that means…
But, as usual, I was wrong about hating yoga. My mind had already planned out how this class was going to go and I wasn’t going to become a yogi but I wanted to try it. Remember, I’m going through the “I’m so sick of this routine/ I’m so bored/ Same shit, different day” rut. And, yes, I know I’m the only one who can fix it. I’m so glad I said yes and left work early to go. I definitely found something to add to my Friday night routine. It was like a cleansing mask for my mind, body, and soul.
The class I went to was super easy. Thank Buddha. All the women were so into their own self and concentrated on their breathing that no one noticed me looking at the teacher to mimic her poses. No one saw me looking lost and confused. Basically, the class was “how little can we do and still call it yoga”. Nonetheless, it was exactly what I needed to undo the rigors of the 9-5 work week. For the entire 75 minutes I concentrated on me, my breathing, my body. I didn’t think of the emails, texts, or calls that I had missed. I didn’t think of work, or home, or stupid boys. By the end of it I felt so loose and so mellow. The last time I was that at ease must have been in high school. I can’t even remember. I just felt so good and refreshed.
I’m going to start looking into more and more classes. If one class can make me feel this chill, I need more. It’s a little pathetic that I needed to go through all this trouble and dish out cash to think about myself and just relax. But, it was a good eye-opener, a necessary one. I need to do more things for myself and stop carrying others as dead weight on my shoulders. I have my own problems to worry about I cannot listening to everyone else’s too. The stress is going to kill me and eventually, even yoga studios won’t be able to help me. Living uptight and always trying to make others happy is no way to live my life. I’m trying to work my ass off now so I can reap the benefits later. But, if something were to happen tonight and I died I want to be satisfied with the life I’ve lived. I want to enjoy it more and stop trying to control and plan it out so damn much.