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i am sure you will all be happy to know that after missing yoga on tuesday, i got to go this morning. i keep stealing whitney’s gym passes to go to a class there…because i am way too cheap to join the gym. but i really love yoga. and i really like the instructor at the gym. in fact, one day, (when God gives me a whole new body…yoga instructors definitely have a certain body type) i think i would like to be a yoga instructor. i don’t know why that is exactly. but it just feels so good. and i would like to help other people feel that good.
at yoga this morning, the instructor showed me how to do something with my hips that i can’t even explain in words. but i have major problems in this area, maybe due to the bearing of ahem, FOUR children, so i appreciate whatever help i can get with their restoration. basically, we were lunging and holding our arms out parallel to the lunging leg. but my hips were like collapsed further forward so that they were level with my thighs, like they just fall that way naturally, like into an uncomfortable split. in fact, they do this in a lot of yoga positions, but i guess i hadn’t realized it before. or realized how much better it feels to have them pulled back up. until today. lupe comes over and adjusts my hips…pulls them up, away from my thighs. oh! that makes all the difference. thank you. so i’m sitting there thinking that even though this hurts, i am doing it right. and i think “i might have moved up a little bit in yogaland today and woohoo, look at me with my hips all up and straight like they are supposed to be!” and then we do a tree pose where you balance on one leg and i am hopping around the entire time trying to gain my balance while everyone else is holding perfectly still, you know, like a tree.
things that disqualify me from becoming a yoga instructor:
the aforementioned body type issue.
i pretty much loathe all other forms of exercise besides yoga and it’s all about balance…most people do yoga to recover their bodies from other kinds of exercise that tighten up their muscles. i’m just there to breathe.
i hate my own body…not allowed…no peace with oneself and all that.
i do not command a presence. have an aura. or an authority. in other words, i’m not sure if i could make everyone stop talking and start the class.
i have a very poor sense of time. a yoga instructor takes you from relaxed to more difficult and then back to relaxed again within a confined amount of time, and you hardly notice the time passing, or the gradual changes from less strenuous to more difficult.
i’m missing the yoga wardrobe. although i’m pretty sure the gearhead could hook me up.
i can’t remember the names of all the poses. “okay, now we’re going to do that one where you put your legs like this and hold your arms like…”
my name is not exotic enough.
maybe. but you do make great trailmiix. that should count for something!
oh, and i meant “mix”…not “miix”. that looks like it might something swedish. i guess you might make goos swedish “trailmiix”, too, but i haven’t tried any of that.
and i’ll stop commenting now, since apparently i can’t type. “goos” is not what i meant, either. you get the idea….
How funny. I actually think you are wonderful at yoga. You tend to be one of the most flexible in class. And I’m sure we could come up with an exotic name.