Years ago I went to a yoga class for the first time. I was so excited – it was something I had always wanted to try, but never got around to. I was looking forward to doing something I was confident I would enjoy and incorporate in my life.
I’m still a little baffled by the fact that I didn’t really enjoy it. I did go to more than one studio and teacher, so it wasn’t just the one teacher. I’m not sure if it’s the “group class” thing that gets to me, or if it’s the actualy yoga, but I have no urge to go back. And I’m old enough to be at peace with that.
So, after having heard so much about Pilates, I was itching to give that a try as well – and jumped at the opportunity to get up at 05h50 this morning to make it to class by 06h30 with L. I haven’t been to the gym so early in a very long time, and was a little surprised when I saw the first-phasers leaving in a sweat at 06h15…and it was humming inside! I even felt a momentary pang at having slept in so late…
Anyhoo – class started at 06h30, finished at 07h30, and I have no desire to go back. I am, though, old enough to realise that this is probably to do with the teacher and the fact that it was Zen Yoga. She didn’t really acknowledge or help the first-timers, which wasn’t very helpful in getting the most of the specific Pilates techniques one needs to know.
Oh, and being “Zen”, there were plenty of yoga moves, which is exactly what I wanted. Not!
Luckily I was not alone in my feelings about this class – L felt the same way (and she has more Pilates experience). We will therefore be on the lookout for a more traditional Pilates experience.
On the whole though, it was great to get up so early and above all, to do something between waking and working – it puts such a different spin on the day when you don’t rush straight to your desk from your bed.
Have a super one all 🙂