Whoa oh, sorry for getting off track here. Back to my yoga daze. I am trying out classes at different time with different instructors to see if I like some more than others and who is really worth my time. Or shall I say, worth the time of my not-so-sinewy-and-lengthy-YET hot bod. My first class was a yoga express over the lunch hour. I will say that although the Y is not as fancy dancy, it is so close I can go over lunch, which is awesome. So I hit up a yoga express and am immediately greeted by Tom*. Tom* is a regular in the class; about 5' 10", 50ish, balding, gold chain wearer, and the kind of guy who thinks he is the ring leader of the class but really doesn't know what the hell is going on. The intimidation game begins and Tom* asks me if this is my first time. I really wanted to tell him that "Oh no, this isn't my first time but I'm not slut or anything." Tehehe, welcome to my cynical mean spirit. You can learn to love it, my friends have and accept my inappropriate and occasionally rude comments. Tom* then delves into strenuous detail about how he knows all of the instructors and has been to all of their classes and tried out Frank's* Tuesday night class, but he didn't really like it because Frank* did all the same moves ALL THE TIME and he just got so bored because he was ready to advance and he just wasn't being challenged enough. Slow down Tommy Boy, I don't want you to get a hernia over this. Tom* has since been in 3 out of my 4 classes and had the nerve today to pretend like he didn't know me or recognize me! Rude, rude, rude.
On to my second class. This one was a doozy. The regular instructor was out and so she called in for reinforcements. Well, her reinforcements came in the form of a willoly 75 year old yoga guru. This lady was the shiznizz. She had been doing yoga since her 2 sons were little and she just really needed to get away from those two little buggers. Yoga was her escape, and from the sound of it she had to escape quite often. Hahaha, I think this is my future. Gerdie* was a total hipster. We had a very calm and relaxing class that was comprised of mostly stretching and relaxation poses. I was ready for a class full of sun salutations and planks and balance poses and ended up with a sitting class complete with stretches for your eyeballs. Yep, you can stretch and strengthen your eye muscles.
After that class with Gerdie* she asked me if I liked it and what I thought. I told her it was perfect for a Tuesday evening after a busy start to the week. Now, we start the Yogus Pocus. Ok, so maybe it's my fault from the beginning, but I really thought I would get a straight answer! I told Gerdie that sometimes during yoga I get cramps in my right calf and the bottoms of my feet. I told her I stretch before and after working out, I eat at least 1 banana a day, I go through a ton of water and I get enough protein. She then asked me if I take any vitamins. Well yeah, I take a women's one a day, a calcium pill, a vitamin D. Pretty basic. Apparently, I need to be asking my body what it wants. You heard right, I need to literally ASK my body what it wants. For example; when Gerdie fills her pill case for the week, she holds the bottle of vitamins to her stomach and says out loud, "Do you need this."
Excuse me, what?
Yes, she really does this and suggested I do the same. She said that she changes her diet and vitamins all the time based on what her body tells her it needs. So I ask her how you know what your body says in response. she said you just know. I don't know about you, but the only time my body talks to me is when I need to make a trip to Stall 3.
I will continue my yoga journey and I'm sure will have more fun stories from Tom* and Gerdie*.
*Real name confidential due to possible embarassment, oh and privacy I guess.
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