Wednesday night, I noticed the room was kind of warm at the yoga studio and I could smell incense or sage burning for the first time since I've been going there. I figured the instructor would just open the door once everyone started getting warm and didn't worry about it.
When class started, our instructor tinkled the bells and we all began deep breathing and transitioned into child's pose, downward facing dog, and all that jazz. Things were going swimmingly, when we were told to do the pose where you lean over your feet and let your head hang. Next, we were supposed to breath in and sweep our arms up and then bend over again. We did what seemed like a million poses similar to that. Those poses, mixed with the hot room and stinky incense made a disastrous combination.... and pretty soon, I thought I was going to puke, right there on my yoga mat.
Up until that class, the instructors that I had mostly made us do upright or lying on your back or sitting poses. No problem. It's the head hanging down poses that forced me to quit doing yoga at the Y in college. It just made me so nauseous that I thought I'd yak on the other yogis and be banished to the perky step aerobics classes that I hate. So, I thought it was the Hatha yoga that was the culprit and figured the classes that I'm in now, Viniyoga, would be the answer to my problems.
I guess if I want to continue, I'll have to speak up when the instructor asks about any health conditions they should know about. Somebody always pipes up that they have back problems or knee problems. I'll have to say, "Uh, you know the poses where you have to hang your head down and then sweep up your arms and all the blood rushes in and out of your head? Yeah? Those? Well, I can't do them, unless you want to clean barf up off the Pergo floors. What? Don't even try telling me those are hardwoods. I know my flooring. Thanks. And namaste."
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