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What Happens At Your First Yoga Class

What Happens At Your First Yoga Class

In the past I’ve absolutely nailed the gym, gone to HIIT classes and shredded a couple pounds. And yet, I’ve never actually attempted more relaxing classes which promote wellness and help chill you out.

Well yesterday changed all of that, as I did my first yoga class. I’ve always been a little apprehensive about trying out yoga, my balance isn’t the best and it brings back memories of attempting it on the Wii Fit back in the day. 

The results we’re better than I expected though! Initially walking in, there we’re about a dozen people lined up with their mats so I got mine and found a space. Then quickly realised I had a massive hole in the bottom of my sock, so clearly starting off strong. The class began rather slowly, but then again it is all about vibes and shit so you shouldn’t rush into it. After a couple of breathing techniques we got down to some real movement. The names of each pose escape my mind now, but we certainly did ‘Warrior’ and ‘Cat’, the others I couldn’t even hazard a guess. It’s rather strange because I thought I was a lot less flexible than it turned out. I can’t touch my toes to save my life, but I ended up in some weird positions that could make their way into the Karma Sutra for sure. 

I wasn’t alone through all this though, I went along with my good friend turned gym buddy Abeey, which helped when we both completely failed at a progressive position. Everyone else nailed in one go - typical. Might I add, the minute I got into the changing room I was able to do the sodding position, so I’m gonna take that as a small victory. While moving through these positions, there was tranquil music playing faintly in the background. Although, it did get occasionally drowned out by the thumping dance music from a class on the other side of the wall.

Our instructor was a lovely elderly woman, who was so flexible I felt crap for not being able to bend as far as she could. Swear down she was double jointed or something. She talked us through each position carefully explaining where your feet should be placed, how to breathe, how to keep your posture etc. We had a brief laugh with her when we fucked up the position I mentioned earlier on, it was literally the second thing we did. 

Someone farted.

It’s a given that considering all the stretching and basically contortionist positions, someone was gonna rip one. Shit happens, but for the love of god don’t burst out laughing. The entire class, myself included just pretended like it didn’t happen and moved on. Except one girl, who stuck out like a sore thumb really as she kept sniggering to her mate sat across the way. But yeah, expect maybe someone farting because it is bound to happen. Might be you one day, never know. For reference we we’re all on our backs, legs crossed and raised in the air with our hands pulling them close to our chest. So if you’re gonna do it at any point, that is the most obvious. 

During the unofficially named by me ‘cool down’, we returned to our beginning position sat down, legs crossed and focused on breathing again. There we’re a lot of arm movements and talk about positivity, reflective lakes and energy forces in your stomach. I’m down with the arm movements, but the talk not so much. We we’re told to picture a body of water which had a reflective surface so you could see ‘yourself so content’… Instead I pictured myself jumping around and acting like a toddler, so see how much that bit worked on me. 

When we finished I was pretty knackered, but not in a sweating mess but I was ready to climb into bed and fall asleep. If there we’re a level of ultimate zen, then I reached it and went beyond. I was an embarrassing amount of #vibes afterward and wasn’t even walking properly. So I came to the conclusion that yoga bloody well worked. It was challenging, probably didn’t help I’d just done an intense spin class 20 minutes before starting either. 

But yeah, if you’re contemplating trying out yoga but scared you might look like a complete tit, just dive in head first like I did. You’ll honestly enjoy it, and if you don’t then at least you actually tried it out.

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