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I went to yoga for the second time in my life today! and for the first time, I wanted to go back. It helped that my teacher wasn't a big beefy guy who spent the entire class bragging about how awesome he was, or who had an entire coterie of middle-aged women fluttering around him like he shat gold... (Considering the alarming frequency with which he bent over, tucking his head between his knees like he was checking for hemorrhoids, maybe he did.)
No, my teacher was a very nice, mild mannered, and understood very well that sometimes flabby beginners are easily intimidated and need to be coaxed out like kitties from under a car. She didn't ambush one from behind and start talking loudly about stiff backs and unbalanced joints or suddenly lean on you when you're already leaning as far forward over your legs as you can get. It also helped that the lights were turned down so said beginner wouldn't get self-conscious about looking as graceful as a beluga whale trying to do a ballet.
So, I'm pleased, and going back next week.
...It also helped that the athletic hubby wasn't nearby, doing the poses with an easy 'Oh my, isn't this fun' smile while one was sweating and panting and feeling as big as a house.
No, my teacher was a very nice, mild mannered, and understood very well that sometimes flabby beginners are easily intimidated and need to be coaxed out like kitties from under a car. She didn't ambush one from behind and start talking loudly about stiff backs and unbalanced joints or suddenly lean on you when you're already leaning as far forward over your legs as you can get. It also helped that the lights were turned down so said beginner wouldn't get self-conscious about looking as graceful as a beluga whale trying to do a ballet.
So, I'm pleased, and going back next week.
...It also helped that the athletic hubby wasn't nearby, doing the poses with an easy 'Oh my, isn't this fun' smile while one was sweating and panting and feeling as big as a house.