With my new gym membership comes a load of classes; from a 20-minute ab class to a one-hour weightlifting class, to water aerobics.
I've promised myself that I would try out each of the classes at least once. So far, I've done Body Pump, Body Step,
Bladder Body Attack, Body Jam, Core Conditioning, and stupid Yoga.
But, I made a promise to myself, so I went. We (Alyssa and I) were a few minutes late due to a backup with the daycare, but we made it. I'm not sure what we missed, but I immediately found myself with my feet on the floor, shoulder-width apart, trying to reach my hands to my toes. It was then I realized I am no spring chicken anymore, that's for sure! Trying to renew my inner strength and peacefulness was harder than I thought.
Did I mention I had a cold too? Yoga and a head cold don't really go together. 90% of the time, your head is hanging upside down. So the quiet, tranquil, peaceful class is listening to hacking sounds of my cough and increasingly frequent sniffles from my side of the room. Sexy.
Something tells me you're not supposed to stop in the middle of the "chair pose" to see just how NONflexible you are compared to the eighty-year-old next to you. But that is just what I was doing.
And I giggled. A lot. Everyone was very bendy. I think I could fit the instructor in my duffle bag, if I wanted to. But, I am thinking by this point, she is looking for her voodoo doll to shut me up.
I made it through the whole class only stopping a few times. I was sore and sweating. Nobody else was. Nice.
The best part was the last ten minutes of class, we had nap time. No joke!We all had our colorful little mats, she turned off the lights and except for the music and my congestion, the room was silent. I felt like a little three-year-old with A.D.D. Everyone was following directions well. They all had their bodies stretched out, eyes closed and arms relaxed. How do I know? Because I didn't. I saw the instructor slithering around the room and I had my head popped up to see what was going on. I told you I'm not good with quiet time!
I decided to at least TRY to join in and laid my head back down. That's when it happened.
She touched me.
Out of nowhere, the instructor (or at least I think that's who it was) stood above me with oil on her fingers and rubbed my temples and forehead.
Seriously? We get to be all stretchy AND get a facial!!!? I was a little weirded out at first, until I smelled the sweet substance she lathered on my face. I'm not sure what it was, but it instantly cleared up the snotty nose. I wanted to ask her where she was an hour ago, but don't bite the hand that feeds you, right?
I completed the class, which is what I set out to do. I honestly liked it WAY better than Body Step. Granted, they are two totally different classes, but at least I opened my mind and tried something new and something I truly thought I was going to hate. I might even go back.
Next time maybe she'll rub my shoulders.