This past Friday, I took my first yoga class…in a hot room…a completely full hot room filled with people who clearly had been there before…mainly fit people who had been there before…and were dressed appropriately. To say I was intimidated is a understatement.
If it weren’t for the fact, I came with my friend Rhia, I would have run away immediately. But I stayed and I tried and almost cried and I sweated more than I can ever recall sweating in my entire life and I made it until the end.
Let me tell you, people, Orlando Power Yoga is no joke.
It’s 3 days later and I am finally able to sit down without pain. I’m not sure what I did to the back of my thighs, but damn. I also managed to make my forearms ache. I wasn’t even aware that you could do that (keep your dirty jokes to yourself, please).
Although I was clearly out of my element, everyone there was really helpful and encouraging and the instructor told me that most first-timers don’t stay in the room the whole class which made me feel a lot less ridiculous. I also have to say, she knew most everyone by name which I like in general. You *should* know the people that keep you in business!
But for me, the real test is will I go back?
I want to. It still scares the crap out of me and there’s a lot I can’t do, but I can see how great it is for your body and it was pretty interesting (when I was not gasping for air or hoping alternately to die and not to pass out) to see the varying skill levels of other people in class (Rhia, by the way, was amazing - whore!) and maybe, just maybe, what I *might* be able to accomplish in the future.
Before I go again, I will need to acquire less clothing that fits better (small, tight clothes are so not comfortable for fat girls ::sigh::), a mat towel (you can’t stand if your feet slip out from under you) and maybe a Xanex…or two.