I used to be a doubter. I would see people that did yoga and think they were crazy. For an hour you meditate? Then I became a lover of yoga. Yes, for an hour you push every muscle within you, pulling and stretching inch by inch, breathing with each movement, listening and watching only yourself and your movements, and then that moment happens when all of a sudden you notice your arms are the only thing that are temporarily holding you up (and in my case that is when you face plant onto your mat).
I used to double but now I live the moment I can take a yoga class that will center me and make me forget about all of the worries of the day. And those classes are priceless. Those last 5 minutes where you breathe in sweet and relaxing fragrances, rest, and tell your body "you did good today" are beyond words.
Finding a good yoga class can be so frustrating. I attempted one at my gym and I think it should've been called stretching for beginners. A parent from my class offered to give a class to some of the other teachers at the park this past week. I completely forgot until the email popped up that morning. This week has been beyond hectic at work and in life, so I was half tempted to bail out. But I saw that yoga mat of mine begging to have a good sweat. I went and it was just what I needed. I was telling the Mr. how good the class was and how relaxed and strong I felt, and he reminded me that God makes things happen for a reason. I needed that class. I needed that deep breathing where all I could think about was balance and strength within my body. I needed to not think about report cards, kindergarten reflection books, parent teacher conferences, portfolios, etc. I needed that last 5 minutes where all I did was rest. Even if it was for 5 minutes, I could tell myself I rested. And it was amazing!
