So I survived my first total fitness class last week at the gym and am now able to climb a flight of stairs again without whimpering in pain. It took a good five days to recover from that one, but I kept at the cardio walking on the treadmills and riding the recumbent aka old people’s bike each night. I went to early church service Sunday and psyched myself up for the eleven am yoga/pilates fitness class. Off I went to stretch muscles that were going to protest profusely and would likely punish me for the next several days.
I walked into what appeared to be a sea of green colored mats on the floor in the dimly lit studio. I scoped out the room and found a spot way in the back by the mirror to settle into as inconspicuously as possible in case I fell over in warrior pose. Each time we were in downward dog, I got the glorious view of looking backwards between my legs to see what my reflected ass actually looked like. Bad idea. I shut my eyes and tried to listen as more people kept coming into the class, eventually flowing into the adjoining studio as there was no more room.
As we were breathing through the final poses, the teacher who kept amazingly calm throughout the yoga parade, told us that this particular class had 92 people. 92!!!! That is a MARTA train capacity, not a yoga class! No wonder everyone kept getting all up in each other’s namaste (which even thought it sounds like it in this context, is not a nasty word, by the way. Google it people). In the end, I liked the class very much and want to go back and try others she mentioned, like hot yoga. I wonder if it has to do with the temperature of the room or if they have bouncers at the door with ropes to keep people out who look like me. I guess we will see…
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