Janathon 10/31 – in which I reflect on being powerful yet powerless

Last night was my first adventure into power yoga. I’ll admit that for ages I’ve been secretly tempted to have a go at this class, but have always been a little intimidated by the concept. I managed to arrive on time, but too late to baggsy a place on the back row so had to settle for the next best option – skulking at the side of the hall. From here I peered at my classmates. The first thing that I noticed was that there were a lot more men in this class (5 in fact, which is 5 times more than on a Wednesday) and there was a lot more Lycra and performance fabric on show. I felt quite underdressed in my slightly saggy Tesco leggings. Everyone looked very alert, postures were erect and most telling of all, all socks were shed before the class started (as opposed to my usual class where most people stay snuggled in socks/cardigans/slankets for as long as possible) to ensure readiness for some power yoga action.

In the end we didn’t do anything I hadn’t done before, it was all just done a lot faster. This was fine with some sequences, but I find that if I lose my place I tend to flail helplessly. We did a variation on the sun salutation (during which I can guarantee that I will always lose my place) that included all the tricky twiddly bits, including bloody crocodile. Technically this is just known as ‘crocodile’, except in my head, and was introduced with the question “what happens if you bend your arms and straighten out your legs from here?” whist on hands and knees in cat pose. In my case the answer is “I fall on my face”, whereas the gentleman on the next mat snapped into a perfect crocodile. With a bit of practise, I managed a couple of crocodiles (if you ignore the fact that my method of getting out of them was to collapse with a WHUMP on the floor) but struggled to spring into one from a standing pose then lever myself from the floor to extend my arms into upward facing dog.

Basically, I enjoyed the intensity of the stretching and found myself being less apologetic about trying to push myself, but missed the ability to really think and focus on my positioning in each pose. I think power yoga was nice for a visit but I won’t be staying there.

This morning I rediscovered the snooze button. Because I had to run early today, it was twice as difficult as yesterday. I had learned though, my kit was dumped laid out in the bathroom so I could get dressed quicker, more successfully and not in the dark. My mood was not improved by the post office burglar alarm going off in the early hours of the morning. It turned out to be a powercut (rather than very keen raiders) and all the appliances clunked, whirled and bleeped themselves back on at 3:24. I say all, it turns out that all this has broken our internet. Despite the help of the twitter hive mind, I’ve not been able to solve it and resorted to phoning the help desk. It turns out that our next stage of solving it requires our installation disc. It also turns out that I can find every single installation disc for everything I have ever bought…except this one. They will post us another, but that could mean 3-5 working days without proper internet. Gah!

Anyway, this morning I clumped out another 3 miles, this time choosing an undulating route that provided a convenient excuse for my shoddy pace.

I will do this again tomorrow. Arse.

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4 thoughts on “Janathon 10/31 – in which I reflect on being powerful yet powerless

  1. fitartist says:

    You lost me in the middle of all that crocodiley stuff, I need pictures. It sounds like a good class, but a bit competitive-sounding for yoga. Well done on your early morning jaunt again AND after broken sleep!

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