Wow is there something about practicing yoga live and in person.
We went to the YMCA today as a family, and while the boys played some basketball in the open gym, I went to a yoga class. It was my first in person yoga class in almost a year. For the last two school years, I was extremely fortunate to have a certified yoga instructor as one of our school counselors. She would do yoga with our students and offered it after school to teachers once a week. I loved it. Sadly for us, but happily for her, she left for another position last spring. Ever since, I've just been doing YouTube yoga videos every now and again.
Don't get me wrong, there are some fantastic yoga instructors on YouTube, but wow is there something spectacular about practicing yoga live and in person.
I didn't realize how much I missed being in a room with other yoga-minded people. It felt great. The instructor was fantastic--she didn't talk too much and gave options for those who needed accomodations. The lights were turned off during shavasana and it was completely silent. There weren't any cats jumping on me or kids asking what I was doing. I even enjoyed hearing the deep breathing around me and the whispered groans from others who were also struggling with a pose. Sounds weird and maybe even a bit creepy, I know. But it really did feel amazing.
And then she announced today was the last yoga class on the weekends because they are adjusting the schedule for spring and summer. The new times will be during the weekdays in the mornings.
Ugh. Now I have to wait until summer to practice yoga in person again.
Oh well, summer isn't too far away, and at least I got to experience it today.