Yoga

So, how do I explain my Yoga expirience so far. It certainly isn't what you think. It's not a Yoga retreat to India.

At about 5:45pm we go downstairs to what is a doctors office by day. I believe a pediatrician. We move the desk, chairs and the scales, grab a tiny little broom made up of branches and sweep the floors. Mainly because only half the "office" is tiled and the other half is dirt with a few dirt piles.

Once we have our Yoga studio set, we lay our towels down on the tile floor and the Yoga teacher takes his place in the chair and instructs us to breath (sometimes on the deep breathing you can't help but smell the piles of dirt). There are no downward dogs or positions, there isn't bending and breathing. It is traditional Yoga, and we are either standing or sitting, mainly deep breathing, bending, holding positions (legs in air) etc. It is definitely great, just different from any other expirience I have ever had in Yoga. I have actually been a little sore from it. Try holding your leg in a 45 degree angle while laying on the floor for over a minute. Not easy.

Our 1st lesson we had five of us in the room. There are two boys from England (the Williams, both with the first name William) 19 years old. However after the first lesson they decided that Yoga was not for them, so they decided not to continue the classs. So there are three of us in the class.

Our second lesson we did the tree. I believe we just hold the posses longer. I tried to think of Yoga studios I have been in in the past instead of focusing on a dirt spot on the wall, but you make due. The walls were probably white when they were first painted, however, now they are a nice dirt color. When laying on our backs staring up at the ceiling, I see cob webs in the corner and the rusty little fan above us and the dirty white ceiling.

Last lesson we had to do outside


Here's our instructor