Last week I got back to the yoga mat again after several months of paying a monthly subscription to Yogaglo without using it. Yes, truth be told it was the pressure of knowing how much money I was wasting not using the subscription that got me back to doing a yoga session.
Now don't get me wrong: I'm not a workout-phobe. Actually, I really enjoy working out: cardio and weightlifting, but when it comes to yoga and stretching I have to bribe myself to show up.
So I finally got myself to the yoga mat and chose a restorative yoga class focused on opening up the hips taught by Felicia Tomasko. She has a really soothing way about her. She's all about ease, and now, and well breath. That's where it almost all fell apart for me though--on the breath part.
I swear the first five minutes of the session we were just on our backs breathing. A sense of panic rose up in me and I literally thought: "I don't know how to do this!" And then I started to laugh because I realized what I was saying to myself was: I don't know how to breathe. I don't know how to breathe in stillness.
After that I settled into the session which was mostly supine and I think I would even say I enjoyed the rest of the hour. The yoga class was what I call classic "old people's yoga" -- very slow and very simple, but dagnabit if I didn't feel sore the next day afterall.
So, I'm reporting here about this experience so I will feel the social pressure to return to the yoga mat again this afternoon as I had promised myself. I would happily accept any words of encouragement to cheer me on!
