my first yoga class.
This morning I participated in my first yoga class ever. I got up before 7 on a Saturday and drove to Charlottsville to the lululemon showroom to take their complimentary yoga class. The only other exposure to yoga was band camp freshman year (insert “this one time and band camp” giggle here) when Nicole Brenner tried to lead “yoga” after lunch. Bishop and I just giggled and ran down the hall to hide. I say “yoga” because it was basically just napping in the hallway of the high school to get out of doing kick lines on the asphalt. And that’s enough of my band camp story.
The drive to Charlottesville was beautiful. I listened to a really chill mix on the way over and I was ready to make my attempt at yoga. Our instructor, Kiki, started out by setting the mood/tone/vibe I don’t know the official yoga lingo quite yet. Kiki said she likes her classes to have a theme. Today’s theme was Santosha, which means contentment. Being content with where you are and what you’re doing in that moment and not wanting or needing anything more. I feel so much of this mid-twenties-what-the-fuck-am-I-doing-with-my-life pressure and have been trying to focus on just being me and not worrying about anything else. So Santosha was a beyond perfect theme.
Then the class began. We did some different breathing, posing, moving, I still don’t know the official lingo. Kiki mentioned something about how now we were actually going to begin. At that point I already felt like I was struggling a bit and was concerned at what was about to come next. I managed to keep up for the most part with the other people taking the class. There were some crazy plank type things and lunges and balancing on one leg with the other one wrapped around it. I managed to do this without falling or laughing at myself. I know a lot of it was because of my sweet roller derby muscles I’ve been working on 
At the end of the class I talked to Kiki and told her about how it was my first experience with yoga. I then found out that this was apparently a super tough version of yoga and wasn’t meant for beginners. Yay me! I survived and actually liked it.
(Photo via lululemon Charlottesville’s facebook page)
The drive back from Charlottesville was even more beautiful. I had the windows down and rocked out to some dance party jams. My muscles were sore and shaky, but in the best way possible. I think getting up early on Saturdays might just be something I may make a habit out of.
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