One of the most difficult things for me to do is try a new physical activity in public. i hate feeling silly and i swear that everyone has stopped what they are doing to stare at me. I remember the first time my trainer had me try a burpee I said to her- oh it must be humbling experience day.
The truth is no matter how embarrassed or difficult the physical activity, I usually end up happy and excited about defeating it. As self conscious as I am about my chubby body- endorphins kick in and I’m okay.
Today I was able to experience one of these challenging, uncomfortable moments. And to add a little bit of flare, I was surrounded by mirrors.
Matthew has back issues, chronic back pain. His doctor suggested yoga or Pilates as a form of exercise. Our gym offers yoga classes three times a week. We decided on Saturday but ran late and opted hiking instead.
This afternoon we walked into the studio. The instructor noticed right away that we were new. I’m not sure what gave it away. It could have been the soft tummies we are both carrying or the whatthefuckarewedoing looks in our eyes. She was nice and polite.
And so we began. She had us stretching, finding our core, our place, listening to our breathe and taking off our socks. Seriously, I really have to stare at my I un-pedicured toes. Not far. I’m here to relax.
Mirrors surrounded us and I kept focusing on the instructor. I felt like I was actually completing the poses, that is till I glanced up at the mirror. How could something that felt so right look oh so wrong?
We survived class and will definitely be back. I in the meantime will be looking for a tent or a snuggy that I can wear to class. Or I could just wait six months before looking in the mirror (in class).
Love Junkie. 