Yesterday, I went to a yoga class with a girlfriend who is a yoga teacher. She drove and we were running really late, but because she’s got her yoga logo on the side of her car so she had to try really hard not to get stressed – drivers of cars with yoga logo’s on the side must not, under any circumstances succumb to road rage.

I am so rubbish at yoga it’s ridiculous. My friend’s 18 year old daughter came too and she and I went right to the back in an effort to be ignored. You need such strength and discipline. Some of the moves involved lifting your body off the mat with your arms and swinging your legs underneath you to the back. Not a hope in hell of doing that. Then we had to do headstands and feet-over-head things and then I looked over at friend’s daughter and realised that the two of us had inadvertently ended up in the storage cupboard.

I really enjoyed it though. I had been to a jumping about class the day before and it had all been a bit too frenetic. One woman even managed to give herself a nose bleed and instead of putting her head between her legs and sitting the rest of the class out she disappeared for two minutes and came back with a thick blue paper hand towel, stuffed the whole lot up her nose and carried on doing the (bloody) grapevine as if nothing was wrong. It was much better to be in the yoga class, trying to keep my thoughts calm and focused and trying not to fall asleep and snore, which I have been known to do in the past. I have also been known to sit bolt upright during the mediation period having completely forgotten where I was. I can’t do any of the chanting yet, although I noticed a teeny weeny om-like sound tiptoed out of my mouth whilst everybody else was sounding like a chiming bell all chanting in unison because I knew I wouldn’t be heard.

I was so relaxed by the end that I picked up somebody else’s socks and walked out without my handbag. Friend had to go back for all her rings which she’d taken off.

Lovely comatose state of calm – long may it last.

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5 Comments
  • Nicola
    September 25, 2009

    Yet another reminder that I need to get my yoga mojo back. Your post had me giggling….then looking up local classes. Thanks!

  • Shiny
    September 26, 2009

    I was banned from yoga after my best friend K and I tried (twice) and were so overcome with giggles we couldn't breathe, let alone om. Then we tried doing it at home, with yoga tapes (and a bottle of wine perhaps there was our mistake? Again, overcome with giggles). That was about 12 years ago, but I think we're probably still on The Blacklist x

  • Expat mum
    September 27, 2009

    I MUST go to my yoga class again. It's one of the hardest things I've ever done but it makes you really strong. I can't do chanting or the really hot, sweaty classes though.

  • Fat, frumpy and fifty...
    September 29, 2009

    yoga and pilates l love,and l always fal asleep in the relaxing bit…hope l dont snore…or worse!

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