Tuesday, June 4, 2013

I can see your occiput.

This is going to sound really weird but I went to a yoga class last night thanks to Lindsay Sacrum (that's her new nickname).  I had an ok experience during my first yoga class at CAC, but I believe I attended a very advanced class.  This time around, Lindsay Sacrum took me to a more of a beginner class and it was better, much better.  I was made very aware that I have an occiput and a sacrum.  I think these were Matt's (teacher) favorite words.  

Yoga has always been intimidating to me cause people stretch in weird ways that I believe the body should not be able to do, but I felt like I needed to since my IT band has been getting a little banged up.  Lindsay Sacrum is really good at convincing people to do stuff so I went with her.  The room was hot and people are so quiet and seem to be at peace (I do wonder what kind of issues they are REALLY dealing with).  Anyway, I set down my mat and sat down to wait for the teacher.  We started stretching a little and I thought: "Oh, this is nice" and then people were encouraged to OM. 

I googled it.  OM is a very simple chant with a complex meaning. Often chanted three times at the start and finish of a yoga session, om is the whole universe coalesed into a single sound and represents the union of mind, body and spirit that is the heart of yoga.  When chanted, the sound of om is actually three syllables - a, u, and m. And here I was thinking I was only going to stretch.  Ok, so here go: "aaaaauuuuuuummmmmmmmm" 

I opened my eyes and sorta smiled trying to hold back a loud laugh, Lindsay Sacrum was also looking at me, she smiled too.  Anyway, back to yoga.  After OMing we started doing more serious stuff and it was hard.  I discovered my feet were always in the wrong place. People tend to put their whole foot on the ground while I was usually on my toes.  And also, it's like playing a memory game.  Matt constantly asked us to go to different poses and I had no idea what he was talking about.  I did learn a few though: 

Anyway, right in the middle of the class, I started sweating quite a bit, I mean, I was dripping on the borrowed mat and people around me were as well (who would've thought). But the girl next to me was completely dry and just doing everything right.  Bitch. I also felt somewhat lightheaded when I was trying my hardest... I truly felt like I was going to pass out.  After a little while, we slowed down a bit again and it felt like all the items and people around me were regaining their color.  The rest of the class went pretty well and i could feel a ton of muscles stretching.  It was all real good until... again more noises.  No OMing, just mostly people breathing really loudly.  It sounded like a goddamn train when Matt said to breath out freely or whatever they call it.  CHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO (see, almost like a train).  

All in all it was fun, entertaining and a very powerful experience. Ok, I may have exaggerated.  In all seriousness it was fun, it was strengthening and I love the stretching. 

And here are the words you never thought you'd hear from me: Yes, I'd do it again.   

NAMASTE, bitches!


  1. Hahahahahah!!!! I feel that way about the other bitches in class too, I never ever see them sweat while I have mascara running down my face and my clothes practically need to be wrung out. You will do it again, and you'll start liking it more and more! <3

  2. This post cracked me up. Yoga really is good for you, keeps your mobility up in all directions when you're usually just running and biking forward all the time....but I also am really not into the sweating part. If it wasn't so damn hot in there I could probably work a lot harder.

  3. hahaah namaste bitches, love it! i need to get my butt to a yoga class soon!