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I was supposed to go for a run this afternoon but it was thunderstorming like whoa, so I decided it would be better to run inside than get washed away. Our rock climbing gym has an actual gym so I decided to head over there. Turns out tonight was also yoga night and they had a couple of openings so I decided to give it a try.
I’ve had a few experiences with yoga before. When we were in high school, Jen and I went to a yoga class and giggled in the back the entire time. When I first moved to Baltimore I took a yoga class in the gym underneath my building and fell asleep. During the summer I spent in Florida, one of our coworkers led a weekly yoga class that I went to for the first time. But tonight was the first time I went to a legit yoga class.
Seriously people, what is going on? I think I only understood every third word she said. I was able to mostly follow along by taking a peak at the people around me but most of the time I was flying by the seat of my pants. She was ticking off names of poses faster than I could figured out why they were named that way. I got some good stretching in though and at the end when we’re supposed to be meditating, I don’t think I actually fell asleep. Maybe I’ll go again, maybe I won’t. Maybe there’s another type of yoga out there for me?