Namaste. :)

I took an entire class worth of beginning yoga about 3 years ago.  I loved it, but after moving,, I had no idea where to go for classes.  When I received a flyer for the local community classes in the mail a while back, I was thrilled to discover that they offered yoga.  On top of being thrilled, I was *shocked* when my husband expressed interest in joining me at class.   Should be interesting...  Honestly, while I knew it would do him some good, I also thought he would flat out hate it.  It would be too corny, too slow-moving, too "getting in tune with your body" for him. 

On Wednesday last week, we attended our first class.  On the way there (it's close enough that we walked) I was asked if the rumors were true--do people actually fart in class?  I said that I was sure it did happen, but had never experienced it myself.

Our first day ended up being a lot more chatting than I would have liked.  We went around the room and did introductions and such.  By the time we got into it we only have about 40 minutes left.  Some of the poses I remember doing are half moon, cobra, child's pose, cat, table, downward-facing dog, staff, tree, simple twists, and others that I'm either forgetting or don't know the name of.  It was a good first class, but I'm looking forward to more of a challenge.  I can't wait to see the husband try to do some warrior poses. 

Of course, there were various times in class when I couldn't resist glancing over at my husband to see how he was doing.  I even had a couple giggle fits when I saw him looking confused at some of the poses.  Thankfully, I managed to control myself and NOT make eye contact when we both experienced our first in-class farter.  And no, it wasn't him.  :)

After class I felt terrific.  Very relaxed, definitely ready to climb into bed and sink into the mattress.  The husband also commented on how great his back felt and that he was surprised how relaxing it was... even if it was a bit cheesy.

I'm very much looking forward to this week's class.
Namaste.  :)