Today I decided to try this yoga class on campus, which I have meant to take a crack at, for at least a year now. I have never done yoga before…Yeah, can you believe it? I know, I know, its cray cray…I guess I have been intimidated to try it, because I didn’t know what to expect. I have danced my whole life, and from what I have heard, yoga is basically the opposite of ballet, so I was scuuuuured. I felt like the coast was clear, though, because a good friend of mine (and work-out partner) oh yeah…(and fellow director of The Vagina Monologues this past spring), instructs the class, and encouraged me to just go for it. So, I did…And now I’m obsessed. First of all, it was at 5:30pm, which is the perf time to be outside in Grenada. The sun was going down throughout the course of the class, and there was a gorgeous breeze. Oh, and I almost forgot, the class takes place in a setting overlooking the Caribbean water. Ummm…I die. <–Sorry that was random, but I just watched a little of The Rachel Zoe Project.
Check out the view.
On a side note, I definitely have
a little a lot to learn about yoga. For example, I walked into the class like, “Hey! What’s goin’ on?”…all loud and boisterous. I’m Italian, so I talk loud, well, I don’t know if it really has anything to do with being Italian, I think I am just what you might call a “loud talker.” Then, I realized everyone was already getting in touch with their centers, so I felt really dumb…So, I just zipped my lip, put my towel down, and started to imitate what everyone else was doing. I think I was doing okay fakin’ til I made it, but I will tell you, I have never felt more ungraceful in my life. Everyone who told me how yoga is the polar opposite of ballet was so right on. I kept wanting to rotate my leg out, and point my toes. I couldn’t believe how much trouble I was having finding my balance. I felt like an awkward sally wanker <–don’t even ask me what the h a ‘sally wanker’ is, because I couldn’t even tell ya. It’s a name my husband coined, and I happen to find it hilarious. Anyway, the moral of the story is: I heart yoga, and I can already tell that it is something I am going to heart for a very, very long time.
As they say in yoga…Namaste…P.S. I have no idea what that means.