Shakin it up.

I decided to shake up my at home yoga routine by attending a power yoga class at the local rec center. It seemed like a great idea, I paid my $4 to attend and prepared my mind to absorb all the new poses I was sure to learn. Because for the most part I’m writing out my own hour long routines from a list of known yoga poses and from memory after attending so many classes for six months in Iowa, and I need new stuff, some new routines to shake my six that I’m rotating through and that are getting old quickly with yoga 5x a week.

So there I am in my class, so excited.
It went really well and I tried new things such as crow.

Which to my teachers and my own amazement I was actually able to hold for like a second or two. Pretty cool. In fact the instructor was so excited that she ignored all the other students and looked directly at me and asked, “do you want to try a headstand tonight?”

“Um…sure?”

She then invited me to join her at the front of the classroom to go up against the wall next to her and walk me through it. I glanced around the room and there are all the other students, for the most part just sitting there, except for one lady who gracefully pulled herself up into a headstand, toes pointing to the ceiling, it was beautiful. I had headstand envy and felt determined.

So I tried and failed, and failed again.

Then a man in the class came over determined to get me to do it. So awkward. He decided to hold my feet while instructing me to engage my core to straighten my back and hold my feet up on my own. I could do it, but every time he would let his finger off my feet I’d start to waver, doomed to end up as a heap on the floor. Plus all I could think about was if my feet smelled or not, or how sweaty I was, or how my head was spinning with all the blood rushing into it.
Once I came down and took my mat back to my designated place I felt exhilarated and determined to master a headstand. And when I do, I will post my headstand picture in all its glory.