I practice yoga mainly for the inner benefits. But going to an advanced class can make me feel outwardly insecure.
For one, my prototypical yoga ensemb doesn't include cute Lululemon togs.
And I'm not BUILT like an advanced yoga class yogini.
|Typical yoga gun versus my hamhock gun|
As promised, the class was tough. As the room began to heat up, the familiar smells began to blossom throughout the room. But I was hanging with the advanced crew.
When we had to pair up for handstands, the woman next to me didn't want to partner. I felt like the last one picked for dodgeball. Or not picked.
|"I'm not in the right state of mind to support someone else"|
So, the teacher and I paired up for handstands.
When she first saw me in class she narrowed her eyes and repeated it was an advanced class. I earned slight street cred working with her; even though I was wearing pajamas and had non-lithe yoga but more hamhock guns, I still could do a strong handstand.
And I made it through 10 of the 13 backbends. I was feeling pretty good.
When I returned from a bathroom break, the scent of the room hit me again. I did a smell check around my mat to ensure that my failure to shower wasn't apparent.
Yoga is an opportunity to learn more about yourself.
I learned that my late night grilled cheese the night before wasn't really a secret anymore.
But I made a good showing at the two-hour advanced class and maintained my low profile status with some dignity. I said goodbye to the teacher before I left.
Then I remembered, the water bottle I'd just bought.