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Getting my 'om' on
Mar. 31st, 2015 08:50 pmLast November at the church auction, I was the winning bidder on a 10-class card for a yoga studio up in Odenton. I guess I didn't mention that back in November because I posted very little here.
During the years of my last full-time job, there was a woman who worked part-time as a consultant for my employer and also taught yoga classes after the workday ended. I took the classes on and off, but tried to be more on than off. I really liked the teacher, Kandace, who had studied at the Kripalu Center (I think that's the name of it) in western Massachusetts. Kandace was kind and helpful to those of us who needed pose adjustments or alternatives, and she always reminded me that yoga is not a competitive sport. The classes ended, though, when she moved to New Mexico to get married (at approximately age 60). Then I lost my job and, well, you know the rest.
So I bid on this set of yoga classes in Odenton and got it for $50 (retail value $100). What a deal. But between the lousy weather, various activities, falling down on the ice and making my knee feel sore, and this recent cold, I didn't get around to moving my butt in that direction. But, hey, the card expires on May 9.
So today I took the plunge and headed out for a Restorative Yoga class. Even though the class started at 4:30 p.m., the traffic wasn't too bad. I found the place OK and unrolled my new personal yoga mat that I had bought at one of the Kmart going-out-of-business sales. (My former employer had provided all the yoga mats for those past classes.) Restorative Yoga turned out to be some extremely gentle poses, all seated, lying down or on all fours, no standing poses. Lots of stretches and "opening up." But it must have worked, because I seem to be sitting straighter at my desk and my back didn't start aching when I did the dishes at the sink.
Looking forward to the next nine. After that, we'll see. I'll be a bit financially grumpy until the checks for the last three small freelance assignments arrive.
During the years of my last full-time job, there was a woman who worked part-time as a consultant for my employer and also taught yoga classes after the workday ended. I took the classes on and off, but tried to be more on than off. I really liked the teacher, Kandace, who had studied at the Kripalu Center (I think that's the name of it) in western Massachusetts. Kandace was kind and helpful to those of us who needed pose adjustments or alternatives, and she always reminded me that yoga is not a competitive sport. The classes ended, though, when she moved to New Mexico to get married (at approximately age 60). Then I lost my job and, well, you know the rest.
So I bid on this set of yoga classes in Odenton and got it for $50 (retail value $100). What a deal. But between the lousy weather, various activities, falling down on the ice and making my knee feel sore, and this recent cold, I didn't get around to moving my butt in that direction. But, hey, the card expires on May 9.
So today I took the plunge and headed out for a Restorative Yoga class. Even though the class started at 4:30 p.m., the traffic wasn't too bad. I found the place OK and unrolled my new personal yoga mat that I had bought at one of the Kmart going-out-of-business sales. (My former employer had provided all the yoga mats for those past classes.) Restorative Yoga turned out to be some extremely gentle poses, all seated, lying down or on all fours, no standing poses. Lots of stretches and "opening up." But it must have worked, because I seem to be sitting straighter at my desk and my back didn't start aching when I did the dishes at the sink.
Looking forward to the next nine. After that, we'll see. I'll be a bit financially grumpy until the checks for the last three small freelance assignments arrive.
