…or in this case, second yoga class.
Last week’s class was just such a revelation that I guess it’s natural that I came back to Earth a bit this week. I kept worrying that I wasn’t doing the poses correctly, especially when the instructor explained that every pose is meant to be active – meaning that there’s forceful muscle stretching going on.
In fact the instructor had to say my name four times during the class, to correct my poses – much more than anyone else. The last time she even had to manhandle my foot because I wasn’t “going long into the arch” properly. Even once we finally got to the meditation/warm down section, she made a plea for “people” not to keep adjusting their position whilst trying to relax, which I just know was aimed at me. Of course I then developed an overwhelming urge to fidget, which I only managed to overcome by instead being gripped by the fear that I was going to fart loudly into the silence.
Still an excellent experience, and I did indeed feel extremely relaxed on my scooter ride home (a safety concern? Surely not). Hopefully I’ll be in better form next week.