On Yoga Class
November 10th, 2007Will Hines and I did yoga today We are unlikely yoga people… people least like to do yoga, so we went together to cancel each other out. He had actually done it twice before, I was a total novice.
We went to Om NYC where they had a super basic intro course for $5. I pulled my shoulder almost immediately doing the least strenuous move of the class. Like putting my hands above my head. And anything where I had to support any portion of my weight on my hands, I felt like my wrists were about to snap in two. I have the dainty wrists and fingers of a 90 year old Southern belle.
The 90 minute class passed pretty quickly and the teacher was very normal and non judgmental and not hippie-ish, but there was some kind of questionable music played at some point. I guess they do what they can to offset the almost constant sirens outside. It makes me think—environmentally—people just shouldn’t do yoga in New York City. It doesn’t go. Like ordering Chinese takeout in Maine… don’t do it. They’re going to fuck it up.
I would go back even though I don’t quite know how I feel about it. I know I should be doing something like yoga… something exercisey or physical or calming or whatever, but the cool down meditation where we were supposed to just be calm and breathing I couldn’t shake a weird creeping depression that made me feel much worse than when I walked in. Not an intellectual depression like “I suck at yoga” or “I’m wasting my life” but an emotive non-specific feeling like being dropped into a tank of slightly uncomfortably cold water.
On the plus side, at least no one was jerking off in the class.