Monday, November 07, 2005

Sweaty McSweat

I've taken a couple of vinyasa/astanga yoga classes in the past couple of weeks at a small studio in Somerville. In this type of yoga you breath high in your chest and you sweat like a banshee.

I think I might love it.

At the end of the class I took tonight, and the one I took last week, while we are in corpse pose, near the very end of the 75 minute class, just resting and feeling our bodies, what I feel is this bone-deep loneliness and sadness. But I feel it like it's being drawn out, like the poses I just did were some sort of emotional poultice. I think this is a good thing.

Of course, at the first class one of the instructors asked if I was okay because I was sweating so much. I was the schweatiest one in the entire class. Not so at tonight's class, where the added bonus was an adorable curly-haired instructor. I think he should be my new boyfriend, once, of course, I have done enough yoga to suck out all the lonely and sad.



Blogger Teri said...

Yoga is so f'ing powerful. I've been there. I'm pretty sure I got pregnant after a yoga class in which we did lots of hip openers.

(be careful!)


10:59 AM, November 08, 2005

Blogger McPolack said...

Thank you for the warning! (and for the hug)

: )

8:29 PM, November 08, 2005


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