This week’s challenge to make a BETTER ME was to try a hot yoga at a place I’ve been meaning to attend for way too long. I was so excited to get to finally go…And as I’ll share here, it was one of the best (and embarrassing) experiences ever. Read on to find out why.
I’ve done yoga in a lot of places for a many years…Don’t be
fooled though. I’m not any good at it; I just can’t call myself a beginner anymore
(but maybe a beginner II.) Since I was exploring fun ways to lose weight, it
was time to finally take a "hot" yoga class. Lucky for me, they were also running an unlimited
yoga for $25 introductory offer, so I signed up.
The next day, I was so blooming excited; I put on my best yoga outfit and
showed up for my 8:45 AM class (6 AM was too early to try something new.) When
I arrived I was greeted by my a woman who was friendly and made me feel at ease
about my *first time.* It seemed so yoga-riffic!
The room itself was also very warm, apparently more than 95
degrees warm. The floor was made of cork and felt soft, yet firm on the soles
of my bare feet. The interior was simple with clean lines, fixtures and minimal
décor. Yet, different than other studios, there were no mirrors. No music and no
instructor at the front of the room.
Oh, this was going to be different.
But I was already in this saddle, so I had to ride it out,
no matter what.
The hour and half we spent practicing was amazing. While I
had no one in the front to look at for demonstration or a mirror to try to copy
the other students in the room, I was able to listen to the instructor on what
to do with my body and how. I had to rely, listen and trust myself and my breathing to do each
pose. It was kinda magical…(or maybe I was starting to hallucinate?) Either
way, it was great.
But then after about 25 minutes of upward-downward dog-warrior 1 & 2 - it happened.
My bliss suddenly turned to embarrassment when I totally ripped one in
the quiet classroom that was playing no music and I knew no one. Well not really
ripped one, as passed one, as I would come to find
out in my future research.
Lucky me.
Thankfully, no one in the classroom snickered, so I was able to finish
the class. While totally red-faced, I was able to blame it on the heat, so I could
escape without making an issue.
Refuge.
When I got home, I went straight to one of my best friends,
Google, for answers.
I couldn’t believe what I found!
First, I certainly wasn’t the only woman who ever did the Passed
Wind “pose” in class. It actually seemed quite common, especially for women who
have had children. This passing of air happens because of the the loosening of
the pelvic floor that happens during pregnancy and childbirth. I even found a
story of a pharmacist who would see swarms of women come into his drugstore
before a yoga class and consume large amounts of meds in hopes to try to keep
the “vart” (as Aunt
Yoga described it) from happening.
While this made me feel better at home, I still had to face
up to the challenge: returning to the class that I was so excited to attend
again.
I’ll be happy to report I haven’t had any more embarrassing issues
happen since the first one, but perhaps it looks like I was able to conquer “Passing
Wind” for now. I've returned around four times now, upgraded my yoga mat and purchased my first yogitoes.
Never heard of it? You better learn. For this class, you're gonna need it. It helps to contain the euphoria.
The Yoga Project
2745 N Collins St #109, Arlington, TX 76001
817.548.0080
www.theyogaproject.net
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