This past Sunday, I drove to the gym for a workout. I was originally planning to do squats and dead lifts. I had arrived earlier than I usually do, and the 11 am yoga class was about to start. On a whim, I walked into the studio and grabbed a mat. It was a decision filled with a bit of apprehension and I just about walked out. But I’m so glad I stayed.
I’ve attended yoga classes before, but have always struggled with the most basic poses and eventually stopped going. At the time, my upper body and core strength wasn’t enough to support my weight, and I lacked flexibility. But rather than continue with yoga, I changed my focus to free weights and building strength. I’ve made a lot of progress since then and decided that I’d give yoga another try.
The instructor that day focused on restorative yoga, which is more gentle and restful than some of the other types. It was a lot easier than the classes I had tried previously. Although some of the poses were challenging, I was pleasantly surprised at the pace and atmosphere of the class.
One thing that stood out to me was the use of breathing throughout the movements. We also started and finished the class with deep, measured breathing. I was amazed at how much it calmed and relaxed me.
These past few
weeks months have been crazy, as I’ve noted before. Work is hectic, full of ‘priorities’ and must-have-this-done-yesterday deadlines. I dash from stack to stack of paperwork, barely grabbing a spare moment for lunch. I’m also in the midst of packing and moving to a new place. I’ve been able to create quiet moments within the chaos, but the feeling of being overwhelmed tends to hang over me.
The yoga class on Sunday reminded me to breathe. When things start feeling oppressive, I can stop, take a few deep breaths, and keep going. It only takes a few moments and can be done anywhere. I’m glad I went to that class. It reminded me of something important that I had forgotten.
What are some of your thoughts?