My gorgeous mother has been telling me for years and years and years that I should take up yoga. I’ve been feeling a bit stressed recently – lots of Christmas knitting to do, the modulation of the Tetris Scarf has left a LOT of ends that need sewing in, work has been busy and I am finding the darker nights difficult. I’ve even ordered an S.A.D. lamp to see if it helps.
After a fairly terrible day on the computer the other day, I was despairing at the thought of going home and having a whole evening of darkness and knitting (I know, right?) I finished Bridget Jones: About the Boy recently (which by the way is really good, despite how the massive spoiler made me feel about it). In this book, Bridget goes to yoga a lot, and it had inspired me.
I looked up a local session and went. Did I enjoy it? During the session, absolutely bloody not. I am inflexible, it hurt to hold my arms in the air and I really was very unhappy.
As a result of the Bridget Jones overload, I spent a lot of time worrying about farting and thinking about how JS would react if he saw me trying to contort myself in the most ridiculous ways. As soon as I got off the phone, I called my mum, my brother and a friend and boasted about how rubbish I am at yoga and how difficult it was and how I am definitely, unequivocally, not going back.
And the following morning I found myself looking up this stuff on Ravelry.
Spiral Ladder Yoga Bag (for yoga)
Practice Yoga Wrap (for cooling down after yoga)
And loving the burn in my hamstrings, which by the way are so short I can barely reach my knees. And moaning about yoga to my colleague a bit more.
I’m already booked into the session this week. I know I’m going to find it painful and hard and nowhere near as relaxing as my mother thinks I should, but my muscles will thank me when I can tie myself in knots, right?
Have you tried yoga?