When last I left you Id announced my excitement about attending a YOGA FOR HIPS workshop.
Since many of you asked it was held at this facility BUT BUT BUT this is NOT NOT NOT a sponsored post (to their delight Im sure as the ramblings unfold…):
What I didnt share with you is I wasnt all that excited to go.
I signed us up. I gots Ren Man all kinds of YES!! LETS DO THIS THING!! WE SIT TOO MUCH!! pumped. I longed to bail.
Like a lot.
I almost did that thing where you pick a fight with someone JUST so you can storm off in anger (thats a thing, right?) so I didnt have to go.
But Im getting ahead of myself.
I LOVE MY LIFETIME FITNESS. (<—– again, to clarify, this is NOT a sponsored post. Im just smitten.)
And while I’ll do yoga it’s typically by DVD in my domicile.
I wont lie. I quit. A lot.
That said, I will lie. To myself. Frequently. About both the state of my HIPS and the status of my CORE.
Which is why I signed us up for the workshop and why I looked like this immediately before:
The Tornado attempted to inspire me.
The husband just hoped to contain me & not let me run away.
I did almost run the opposite direction as he happily ambled down the hall to the studio.
But I did not.
I entered the studio.
I resisted giving the instructor a big ‘my piriformises (what IS the plural?!) are all kinds of owie today’ diZclaimer.
I unfurled my mat.
What did I learn:
- My definition of WORKSHOP is not the universal one. Id erroneously assumed it would be sort of a lecture. Seriously. I almost brought a notebook (#nerdalert). Id thought we’d leave having learned a series of specific poses we could do at home for our hips/low back. I was incorrect. The workshop was essentially a two hour class. For Ren Man and me it was the equivalent of running a half-marathon when we’d previously walked a lap around the track. We paced ourselves (I spent a ton of time just hanging in pigeon pose), but were surprised at the format.
- I love doing yoga with Ren Man. Thankfully he knew enough *not* to meet my gaze when doing so would have triggered me to erupt in inappropriate giggles. It was a Ren Man winwin.
- I still cry on the mat. Im unsure if it was the length of the class (120 minutes versus 60) or the repeated reminders of where I used to be (hello backbend with ease!) versus where I am now (fearful and afraid to even attempt) but I cried. I think the only thing which helped me to NOT become a sniveling mess was the awareness my husband was OMing next to me. I care not what strangers think.
- My body is begging for more core work. (seriously. that’s all Im saying about that one.)
- I still live a fearful yoga-life. More than a few times the instructor came over & suggested I use a block to get into a pose. Yet, when I ATTEMPTED said post I could, in fact, do it sans-block. I was simply afraid. I dont yet trust what my body can and can not do in yoga. This ‘fear’ is still highly unfamiliar territory for me.
- I need to be more grateful for my family. I think I appreciate them. I try and do something each day to demonstrate my appreciation. I still fall short. Quite frankly I’d have been a sad, broken mess after the workshop were it not for Ren Man & the Tornado. We LAUGHED (all 3 of us). We made fun of ourselves (Ren Man and me). We went to Pei Wei.
(stops, rereads, realizes she may have been hasty in her I LEARNED NADA assertion.)
I guess I did learn at the workshop—just not precisely what Id anticipated/planned.
Have you ever attended a yoga workshop? What were your experiences?
Got any good links or information on HIPS-specific poses you’d like to share?
When was the last time you went to Pei Wei Asian Diner after a good cry?