A few months ago, one of my very best friends decided to take a yoga class. For some yet unexplained reason, I thought it would be fun, good exercise, and social. So, I began attending the class with her.
Admittedly, I did have a few concerns. After all, I wouldn’t be able to see what the instructor was doing. If she didn’t give good verbal instruction, and told her students to go like this or like that, I figured I’d do that when I was supposed to do this, if I even knew what she was doing at all. Luckily enough, she is very verbal, and describes most of the moves and exercises in a way that I can understand how to do them. Let’s not confuse the issue, though. Just because I can follow how to do most of the moves doesn’t mean that I am capable of performing them at all, let alone successfully. But my friend reassures me that nobody in the class can do everything, so if I’m lost or can’t do something, just hang out and wait for the next exercise.
At least I don’t feel like I’m doing anything any differently than anyone else in the class. When I groan, I’m not the only one. If the instructor singles me out, it doesn’t matter. She singles a lot of the class members out for one thing or another. But she never makes any of us feel like goofuses or dorks, even though that’s sometimes just how I feel.
One of the best parts about taking this particular yoga class? The teacher tells us all the time that it is not a real yoga class. That helps. It means that the moans and groans, the aches and pains, and all the moves I can’t do aren’t real either, right? She says it’s sort of a yoga class. Perfect also, as I have a feeling that I’m only sort of doing yoga. But it is fun, in its own little way. It is good exercise. Heck, even if it was bad exercise it would be better than no exercise at all, which is what I would get if I sat home.
I enjoy getting out, the challenge, and the camaraderie. I don’t care how I look to the others in the class as I vie for the klutz of the class title. After all, everyone in the class is experiencing the same stuff I am. We can laugh at ourselves, but mostly we laugh at the comments the instructor makes, which also makes for a fun time as I’m torturing myself.
What is the very best part of this experience? The exercise? Getting out for awhile? The social aspect? Going out for pizza afterwards? Pizza? Well, we did just work the calories off, right? Hmmm, what do you think is my favorite part?
Have you taken yoga or any other kind of exercise class? Come on now, tell me your experiences. Don’t let me think I’m the only one participating in group self-destruction, or at least that’s the way it feels! You aren’t afraid to be part of a group of sighted folk, are you? Leave your comments below.