I went to a “yoga type” class the day before yesterday. I say “yoga type” because it’s a class of yoga, pilates, thai chi and maybe something else relaxing and stuff. It’s not my normal class. I can do “kick boxing type” classes for an hour no problem (well, little to no). This class was really hard for me and I was sore yesterday.
Anyway, while doing a downward dog twist, I started crying. I didn’t know where the tears came from. I thought maybe it was out of frustration–the move was really difficult for me, as were a lot of the other moves. Other women around me, who were obviously very experienced in the class, had no problems with that move, or others we had already done.
I tried, I teared up. I held them back.
I was able to move on through the class, but as we went on, my mind wasn’t totally there anymore. I had kinda lost my mojo for the focus. And it was still really hard. Like I really just could not do some of the more pilate type moves. And the rest of the yoga moves were really, really tough for me. More so than usual, it seemed.
The last 5 or so minutes of the class is this delicious relaxing time. The instructor talks a bit about letting stuff go, all that. And before you realize it, she’s stopped talking. To bring us back to reality, she started talking again and all of a sudden, I was crying. Like big fat tears. Not sobs, but just the big tears. I was laying down, so they were rolling into my ears.
I kinda wanted to say something to the instructor, but was afraid I’d start crying when I was talking to her. And why would that have been a bad thing??
I got in the car and called Lina, since she practices yoga a lot. She told me about these blocks that are sometime released during the practice and sometimes you don’t really even know what it is, or where it comes from. And you may not know right away (if ever) what is released. I did more research on the internets when I got home and read more of the same. Wow!! I just think that’s so cool. I’m hyper aware of it now, but I just think it’s fascinating.
Anyway, I think it’s exciting. It was sort of random that I went to that class, and now I can’t wait to try it again. I may never have that “release” again, but knowing I had it at least once is exciting to me.
