This week, I survived my first real yoga class. In the past I’ve tried yoga but never considered practicing on a regular basis. Even after become serious about exploring yoga, I’ll admit that I wasn’t too confident about going to a class. #PlusSizedBlackWomanConfession . There was always the option of doing yoga myself at home via videos or Youtube but I felt like I was missing something. One of my concerns was/is if my form was right. No video can tell you to if your feet are pointing the wrong way or if you butt should be poked out more. Luckily, I found a class specifically for beginners that fit my schedule. Since everyone taking the class is a rookie I figured it would be less awkward for me there than in a class full of seasoned yogis. I know, I know… I was worrying about the wrong things, right? (For the record there were a couple other Black women and a couple other plus-sized women but I was on the only plus-sized Black woman. “I’m so special…so special, so special, so special” lol)
Anyway, I had a great experience. Got a quick crash course of the origins of yoga, learned breathing techniques, the instructor was able to help me with my form and there was a much needed meditation session at the end of class. (Sidebar: I’ve joined Deepak’s meditation challenge so I killed to goals with one stone during class. Sweet!) At home, I’ve been working on my tree poses.
^Example of a tree pose
During class I was shaking so bad that I looked like a tree in thunderstorm. There were few other “wobbly trees”in class so I don’t feel too bad. In fact, one guy stumbled so hard he went to grab the wall and damn near pulled the security system down. Hopefully, there won’t be any serious injuries in our future classes.