On yoga as an unusual form of torture

One I wrote a long time ago (mid summer, sometime) and never got round to sending..

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Until recently I’ve always been a bit, I don’t know, snotty about yoga.

I first heard about it 15 years or so ago when it was propagated as ‘not a good thing’ by the church youth group. I had no idea what it was or what happened when you went, I just knew it was to be avoided. It had a vague air of being some kind of sect, dangerous and fully unknown.

Years later, I figured out it was basically just a room full of people stretching and twisting themselves into complicated poses. At some point I started discovering that more and more people I knew, even Christians*, went to yoga sessions and treated it as a sport equal to, say, swimming or tennis.

Still, a sense of alien, almost silliness,  hung over my idea of it. It was a bit suspect in my mind, something for modern ‘alternative’ people, navel gazers, the odd ex-ballet-dancer who wants to keep supple, but mostly for the people who have kale smoothies for breakfast and salad for lunch; the ones who have perfect nail varnish and perfect hair all the time. The people who have precise, tidy lives and 3000+ friends on all the sites people collect friends on. The people I don’t really have much in common with. At least not on the outside. On the inside I imagine people are all much the same. Not that I’ve checked.

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Recently, yoga has been mentioned implicitly and/ or explicitly incredibly often.

It started a year or so ago when I made fun of an advert for Everyday Yoga courses on offer at work. Turns out one of my colleagues’ wife is a yoga teacher, and he thinks that it really would be very helpful if everyone at work actually did practice yoga every day… Oops.

Despite trying hard to backtrack, I wasn’t very successful, and I probably made things worse rather than better. Ho hum.

Then a friend told me how helpful it is for her, followed by several blog-writers swearing by it, followed by another friend leaving a box of yoga-position-cards on the table in the room I stayed in, followed by a friend of DB’s mentioning how amazing he finds it.

Not long afterwards, DB and I went to the friend’s house to talk about something entirely different. Before we left, the friend’s wife told me I should go to the yoga course with her husband because it was SOOO good for him and would be good for me too. Bearing in mind I hardly know her, and that we hadn’t been talking about me having a problem or looking for a new sport, I was a little bit surprised and not at all adequately prepared to say anything sensible – like ‘no, but thanks anyway’ – and change the subject. Instead I mumbled something like, ‘ach, I don’t know……why don’t you go with him?’. She’d had time to rehearse, and had a list of more or less fantastic reasons to back up her choice to spend Sunday mornings at home. Not that I knew it was Sunday mornings at stake.. (and early Sunday mornings at that!)

It didn’t take long for DB (and his friend) to join in, ‘yeah, why don’t you go? You need to get out more’**, and I ended up agreeing to try it once.

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As part of a semi-major garden reworking, DB and I took the old scrappy hedge out of the front garden. In doing so we won back a decent sized patch of land, enough for a miniature veggie patch. Whatever. That Friday evening we drove a couple of hundred miles and bought 11 box trees as a replacement hedge. On the Saturday, we dug an older tree out, dug a further 11 holes and planted the trees. On the Sunday morning I was up early to go to my first yoga session.

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I survived the 2 hour session, just about, and came home to tell the tale. I spent the afternoon in the garden, digging and getting rid of the remaining hedge roots

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On Monday, I felt like I’d been steamrollered. I haven’t had such widely spread muscle ache since the first time I went skiing. Every part of me hurt.

I hobbled to work, I crawled up steps, I tried to make sure I didn’t sit down if I needed to stand up again soon. Similarly, if I was sitting down, I didn’t stand up if I could help it.

I wasn’t sure if it was from yoga or the hedge or the root-removal, I just know it took a week to recover.

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The session after that seemed even harder – I slumped into a heap when I got home and refused to move for most of the afternoon. The session after that was strange. It felt easier, but when I got home (at 11am ish) I went to bed and slept 4-5 hours solidly. Even after waking up I was in no fit state to actually do anything.

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That was just after Easter.

I’m still going, several months later.

Not every Sunday, but probably every second or third, on average.

I ought to go more often, given that I go back several paces for every session I miss.

I am still incredibly unfit, and unstretchy, and incapable of remembering a string of positions.

But. And this is a big but (bordering on bigger than mine). I am making progress. I no longer fall asleep the minute I get home after a session. I am able to walk on Mondays. I am able to plank for as long as it takes for the course leader to say, “breeeeathe iiiiinnnn… cobra!” (Which is luckily only about 2 1/2 seconds, but you have to start small, right?), I have been known to balance on one foot with my arms twisted around each other in my own personal impression of half-an-eagle. (I still don’t get the obsession with half animals. I especially don’t know why anyone would want to crawl into the position of a half-baby, even if it is the yoga equivalent of a get-out-of-jail-free card. But there we go. I didn’t make the rules.)

I still think it’s a form of torture, and I still have a heck of a long way to go before I am in any way graceful or elegant, or even capable of touching my toes without bending my legs, but I’m confident that I’ll continue to get better if I continue to go, and better is gooder than worse.
..Still. it is a shame about the Sunday morning lie-ins!

😛
* writing this now, it seems like a ridiculous distinction to make. At the time the realisation shook my world…

** which is true, but unusual for him to say. Usually I suggest things to do, and he finds reasons not to do them.. maybe I should get his friends to suggest the other things too…. 😉

0 Replies to “On yoga as an unusual form of torture”

  1. Good on you for your perseverance. Loved this post, the writing was wonderful, made me smile. I haven’t done yoga officially (tried it on my wii fit at home). Some of it I enjoyed, some was awful, I have terrible balance. Not my cup of tea really.

    1. Awww!! Thank you! Now you’ve made ME smile 🙂 🙂 🙂 (and that made the woman opposite me on the train smile too :))
      I am better at balancing on both feet than on one… and I definitely prefer the slower, mostly lying/sitting down exercises to the lets-join-as-many-sun-worship-routines-together-as-we-can-until-you’re-dizzy-and-sweaty-and-out-of-breath routine that takes up a large portion of each session 🙂
      What else do you play/do/practise with your wii?

      1. I actually haven’t been on it for a long time (very lazy) but I love the cycling and jogging on it. Just wish they would bring out some new layouts. You can also do weight resistance workouts (with an elastic band). I really should get back into it again.

          1. You stand on the stepboard and move your legs up and down, and for cycling you do the same and steer with the controller. I actually enjoy that one best.

  2. And are you still trying Jesska? {Post said it was written a long time ago} DOES it help??? WHY doesn’t DB go with you? If he felt it would do YOU good, why not him too? Lots more questions but that’s enough to go on with. I just wondered about all this because your other recent post said you wanted to “take charge” {my words not yours} of what you did-and wondered what your life would be like if you did as you chose to do instead of what others thought you should do. Too many thoughts…it’s time I had lunch!

    1. Time is strange – you’re having lunch just about when I’m thinking about waking up 🙂

      I am still trying… I’m not sure whether it really helps, but both DB’s friend and I say it must be doing us good, based on how strenuous we find it (the way disgusting medicine must be good for one). I still can’t remember sequences, but I can generally remember how to twist myself into each position.. Elegance etc are still beyond me, but I was watching a newbie a couple of weeks ago and felt like I must have improved to be able to notice that she was new! 🙂 What it definitely helps with is getting me out of the house without fighting about what I should be doing instead. (School and work are more great reasons ;))
      DB ‘doesn’t do’ yoga. It isn’t ‘his thing’ and he ‘doesn’t have time’. I don’t bother trying to persuade him to go out or do things anymore…although he has recently discovered cycling which has to be a good thing.
      Life would probably look a lot more like it did while I still lived in my old house(s): I would go swimming and dancing more and spend less time commuting (because I would move and live closer to where I work). I would probably eat both more chocolate and more veggies and definitely more cake and ice cream. I would stay up later (or go to bed mid afternoon) and travel more (to visit other people) and maybe give English lessons to school kids (who are struggling in school). I would eat less regularly, but I would base mealtimes around my life, instead of my life around mealtimes. I would shop less often, but at a wider variety of shops. I would spend more time in my garden and online and at the local zoo/animal park. I would be late everywhere and forget to pack lunch on a regular basis but would have emergency biscuits hidden in strategic places. I would invite more people over more often, and talk into the night, drinking tea or hot chocolate with marshmallows. I would draw more (or at least still believe it would happen) and hang more pictures up and have more clocks. I would ride trains to places I don’t know, and get lost without minding……And that’s just for starters! 🙂

  3. Go for it!!!!!!!! you only have this life, but isn’t it strange that we seem to get “bogged down” with things of life, instead of getting “lifted up” with all the things we feel we would like to do while we have life. I know we have to live up to our responsibilities and earn our way, but how do we get and keep a balance? Where is our “self”, our real person in all this: submerged or floating happily? It’s fairly okay for me, at my advanced age and being a widow, I CAN eat what and when, and even where I wish.But that makes for less enthusiasm in preparing different sorts of dishes!
    So everything has an opposite and a counter balance perhaps. But joy in life is so important, I’m sure you feel it in a lot of things you do, well I certainly hope you do! And I truly wish you good luck in incorporating at least some of those lovely things you would like to do. Maybe one a week or a month??????????

    1. Hey! Welcome to my world 🙂 Sorry it’s taken me a while to approve your comment…. 🙁
      I don’t get a stiff neck so much as achy shoulders and the stomach muscles I didn’t know I had!

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