So I stepped out of my comfort zone tonight.
I went to a yoga class.
I'd never been to one before. I hear people who rave about it and the benefits it has. But I've always kind of thought of it as something that wasn't quite my style. I mean. I like to move. Sweat. Run. Bike. Pulling out a mat and holding poses? Didn't really sound like something I'd enjoy.
But a friend of mine asked me if I wanted to go to a class tonight at the YMCA and since one of my goals for the year is up the cross training and try new stuff, I said, sure. Why not.
I admit, it was weird when I got to the room the class was being held in and the lights were off. There were just some Christmas lights strung up around the room and people with those fake, electric candles sitting in front of their mats. I shrugged my shoulders, picked up a mat and block from the instructor, warned her I had no idea what I was doing and headed for the back row.
I don't really remember everything we did. I know there was some sun salutations, warriors, child's pose (hey, I rocked that one!) and pigeons. And some other moves that I don't know what they were called. Overall impressions? It seemed like it was geared towards the beginner. Kind of felt like choreographed stretching to me.
And I kind of liked it. I admit, I don't do enough stretching and this felt pretty good.
So I don't foresee myself becoming a yoga fanatic anytime soon, but I think I might head back to that class again next week and in following weeks. It might be a good supplement to my workouts and I'm sure once training kicks it up a notch, I'll be grateful for those choreographed stretching sessions.