Have you ever done power yoga? It is when you do fast and intense yoga postures in a super hot room. You sweat it out – it is torture in a good way – you really do 'break through barrier' mentally and physically when you do it. Intense in a great way.
Now I would love to be one of those ladies who could be all smug and say 'oh I do yoga at least five times a week, it is part of me and I can not live without it'. But, sadly I am more of a dabbler as is the case with many things in my life, sometimes sustaining a practice just doesn't seem to last. The main reason I hadn't done power yoga in awhile is the cost* – this torture is something you have to pay for! I had used up all the 'cheap trial offers' at all the studios in Canberra and couldn't justify the price of a full paying yogi when I can only get to a class once to twice a week. However, Living Social Social Living came to my rescue in the nick of time - $30 unlimited for a whole month!! WOOP WOOP!! So with my voucher in hand I went to Power Living Power Living in Belconnen to get my om, sweat and controlled breathing on.
|This is how the yoga goddess seemed to me.|
The class was packed as I found a patch of carpet to lie my mat down. To the left of me was a goddess – little, super tanned, perfect hair. While she stretched I couldn't help thinking inappropriate thoughts about how good she would be in the... anyway, she was lovely and I didn't fell any negative/jealous feelings towards her – hey, I'm in yoga class baby, it is all about acceptance and loving one another...
Yes, this sounds like some hippy, wanker s**t. But hand on my heart I swear this true. I always feel that way in yoga, and must admit I'm feeling more and more at peace this week (perhaps due to a week off work, a massage, some meditation and much needed nap sessions) but yoga does play its part – and here is proof...
After the gruelling session where I had to take several 'child's pose breaks' which is the yoga equivelent of taking a knee in football, the session always ends with the lights dimmed, lying on your mat and trying like hell to get your breath back. When I was doing this, eyes closed, something weird happened. I had a vision that my breath had colour. I was breathing in green air and blowing out black, gross air, not unlike a car exhaust. This lasted for what felt like several minutes. It also continued while I was driving back home after the session. Most of all, it felt fantastic! Amazing! Ike I was truly getting rid of some inner rubbish and filling my body with good, healthy fresh stuff. It was unreal yet not scary and now I try to visualise the same thing when I do some deep breathing (usually in an effort to control road rage thoughts or when Dr Love and I are having a tiff).
|This is the position I take - a lot!!|
OK, so now you can really call me a hippy wannabe after reading the above, but hey, I tell the truth and nothing but the truth. This is what happened. I was talking to Miss F at work about this experience and she said it would make a great post. So here it is – Miss career, friend, wife, sister, daughter and beginner yogini.
PS. I originally thought girls wore tight clothes to yoga to show off hot bods. Oh no, as I found out, a baggy top really gets in the way, especially when trying to breathe in downward dog position - ended up blocking my face and airway!
*Ok the real reason I haven't done power yoga in a while is not cost, but rather trying to get a bun in my bakery if you know what I mean. Still, power yoga is expensive if you can't get there at least three times a week.