I have a love/hate relationship with yoga. What I love is the hilarious memory I have of taking a class with my mother, and of us getting kicked out for the inability to hold in our laughter as the inevitable farting kicked in. (We took two classes and decided that we’d rather just watch TV). I love how the prenatal yoga class I took totally helped me get Will into this world in five hours and in relative saneness. What I hate about yoga? Is .. well.. the yoga. The stretching. The contorting. Yup yoga itself.
What I hate about yoga? Is .. well.. the yoga.
While I loved the result of my prenatal yoga and spending an hour with my friend Dawn, I can’t say I loved the yoga.
In one instance the instructor said, ‘ladies, feel your bellies and imagine the moment you conceived your baby.’ In my head I thought…hmmm let’s see there were kitty cat oven mitts on the stirrups and no wine involved. Not very romantic I fear. Next she asked us to rub our bellies and make our unborn children promises. I promised Will that he would never have to take an effing yoga class. And I stated that out loud, to the giggles of my fellow classmates.
Well. I lied. Because in an effort to bring some calm to both me and my mini-satan, I’ve signed us up for a parent/child yoga class. We start this Sunday.
The woman is letting us take one class to see how it goes, which is great because I see it going one of two ways.
a. We end up in a total zen-like state where we come home and happily eat our quinoa bowls before peacefully drifting off to sleep;
or b. My experience with my mom will happen all over again. I’ll fart and the kid will be unable to contain himself and we’ll get booted out of class.
Us – except my knees would be bent, a pool of sweat would be under my boobs and I’d be crying. Will would be farting.
Honestly? Either one of these will be worth it in the end. I’d like to try to get some more exercise in and by doing it together, I won’t feel the parental guilt of leaving him for another activity. He already knows some moves from yoga he does at school so he’s way ahead of me. And he’s actually excited about it. Me? I’ve started taking advil already… I’ll report back!
Here’s a follow up – it was BRUTAL… class dismissed….
I just started a class and it’s so new to me. I am the most inflexible person in the WORLD so feel like such a loser, but you gotta start somewhere! Good luck!!