When you go to yoga you should be relaxed right?! Somehow I never am, at least when I first get in there, after that I'm ok. On Thursday's I have a meeting that I have to attend until 12pm. Unfortunately we are talking about a room full of engineers... Who knew they liked to talk so much!
Oh wait, I talk a lot. Well, okay, I do talk a lot but not about engineering. I swear. Anyways, I'm always looking at the clock every minute as the hand gets closer to twelve. My yoga class starts at 12:10pm. I've even told the guys, 'Look, I am outta here at noon because I have yoga. It keeps me centred and trust me you don't want to see me off centre!'. They are pretty good at accepting this, but sometimes it takes everything to get them to stop on time.
Because I'm the one facilitating the meeting, technically I have to stay till the end. I was trying my best to get them to stop, but they kept talking. I had literally packed up my stuff and was walking out the door with them still talking. Hint, hint. This gal has somewhere to go!
With 3 minutes before class, I sprinted to the yoga studio, which was just across from my work, ran up the stairs and breathlessly gasped, 'Can I still get in the 12:10 class??' Thankfully they let me in. Bless them!
I then changed clothes so fast that Superman would be proud. They had just started as I quietly slipped in the room. Everyone was looking very peaceful lying on their mats with eyes closed and doing the Darth Vader breathing. I tip toed around all these sprawled bodies to the only spot left...dead front. Sigh. Oh well, this is Susi peace time, not Susi cares what people think of my technique time!
I hadn't been in a couple weeks so wasn't sure how things would feel. For the most part all was ok...except when we had to do a bunch of balance poses. Starting with plank, lift one leg up, (heave ho!) bend other knee (creaaak), move one hand (grunt), place other hand on hip (getting muscle wobbles now), turn body, look to the ceiling (please don't let me fall over...i'm in the front), hold and try to breathe normally. ARSE CRAMP!!! Ow, ow, ow. Okay, I seriously need to visit more.
We did quite a bit of core and balance work so I was quite releaved when she said to lay face down on the mat. Here is where I noticed something though. She told use to lay with our hands by our side and our foreheads on the mat. Hmm, something isn't quite right here. I can't get my forehead on the mat. Well for crying out loud - it's my nose!
As mentioned in previous posts, I am partially of Dutch descent. I have the nose to prove it too. It's bold and it's all cartiledge baby! Doesn't bend. At all. Really. You can come try and bend it, but it won't. Well, not unless I've had one too many Jack Daniels - but that's a story for another time. So I'm trying to get my forehead on the mat and I can't squish my nose into the floor so this can happen. I tried very hard not to giggle out loud... I then improvised and just put my head to the side until we had to lift our chest and legs off the floor.
Soon enough it was time to lay back and just be. Aahhhh.
It was a great workout and all was well in yoga world!
Peace out my bendy friends!