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I actually went back for more. I was so much more fearful going into this class than I was for the first class. Something about knowing exactly what you are about to do can be more difficult than the fear of the unknown. It's like getting a brazilian wax (if you dont know what it is, look it up, I am not going into those details here and I am just hoping my dad is not reading this one :-). The first time I got one, I was scared because I figured it was going to hurt, but I didnt know exactly what it would be like. So, the unknown part was scary. And eventhough it wasnt nearly as painful as I thought it would be, it was even more scary to go back the second time. Because I know exactly what I am about to do to myself. I dont know. Maybe I am the only one that thinks like this.
But once I got into the room and set up my mat, I knew I wouldnt leave, no matter what. And actually, the class did seem to go by a little faster this time. I focused more on trying to do each pose better than the time before. It was good. Still hard, but good.
On my drive to class I tried not to psych myself out by thinking about it too much. So, I just turned up the radio and sang along. The Fab Four at 4 was on (that is the Beatles - and all I can say is "shame" if you needed that explained). So as I am belting out "here comes the sun", I think about how I will sing that song to myself in class when I think I might die. And then it occured to me, there is no music in this class. Well, that's it then. I will sing to myself when it gets hard.
Toward the end of class, the instructor talked about the mind-body connection and how that is such an integral part of this type of yoga. And I thought about how that is different than many other forms of exercise where that seems to be the last thing you want. In fact, you want to disconnect from that as much as possible. Turn up the ipod, distract your mind, get through the workout. And then it hit me, I never once sang "here comes the sun" to myself. When class got hard, I sharpened my focus. When I felt like I might die, I pushed out the negative thoughts and reconnected with myself and my strength.
I felt the same sense of relief and accomplishment when I walked out of the room (not to mention a wonderful cool sensation when I hit the outside air) as I did after class 1.
I got in my car dripping with sweat (I remembered the towel for the seat this time). I decided to roll the windows down instead of using the air because when I picked my kids up after yesterday's class, Amelia said "mom, it smells like Sparky in here". And as some of you know, I do not drive with the windows down. I cant stand all the wind. So, even in December, I drive with the windows up and the air on (ridiculous, I know). But, I drove the whole way home with the windows down to avoid making my car smell like the stinkiest dog that ever lived. And I actually liked the wind whipping me in the face. I kind of felt like I was flying.
And I sang! I sang the whole way home. 
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Way to go! I admire your tenacity,I have wanted to take Yoga classes for a while now,I'm definitely making enquiries in my area.
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Posted by Pepe
on 2008-04-30 10:08:41
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You are more than amazing. And a great writer too! YOu are going to have to inform this ole girl about a Brazilian Wax. But I don't think I want one if it's painful, okay?
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Posted by marypease
on 2008-04-30 15:16:38
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