Desperate Housewives meet OMgirl & the Exalted Warrior, and I get Horny
Back in January (prior to the great flood which eradicated my blog database… next time I’ll get my husband to build an ark and make backups), but back in January I wrote about how I wanted to get into yoga, or more precisely, how me and a few of my girlfriends wanted to get into yoga. I had read on a friend’s blog that she’d been doing yoga, and I was intrigued by the way she described the sensual feelings these exercises evoked within her, and I’d been curious about yoga anyway so it seemed like a good idea and I figured it might be something I’d be interested in trying for myself. Enter my friend Stacy. Stacy was also interested in doing yoga, so much so that she kept bugging me to check out the FitTV show Namaste Yoga to try and convince me of how good an idea this really was. So I did, and I was impressed. That settled it. We would do yoga. But these things are never quite as simple as they seem.
Let’s do a quick flashback and recall that it was Stacy who convinced me to go do Spinning. That lasted a month. Let’s also recall that it was Stacy who convinced me to go do a Pilates class too. That lasted six weeks. The reason for the short run on the exercise classes was because something would always come up and Stacy wouldn’t be able to make the class and I wound up going by myself, which really kind of sucked because I didn’t want to be in the class and not know anyone, nor have someone to work out with. Not that I couldn’t make new friends, but it doesn’t usually work out that way.
So my plan for yoga was to invite several of our friends to join us in case Stacy did a Stacy and bailed out on me just as it was starting to get interesting. But you don’t just join a class and go exercise! Oh no, this is an investment. You’re either going to have to buy or want to have your own yoga-mat, you’ll need a fashionable yoga-bag to haul around your yoga-mat, and you’re going to need the right yoga-garb too, and depending on the style of yoga you decide to do, you might need some yoga-cessories to complete the yoga-warrior-goddess look you’re going for.
No woman wants to show up at an exercise class wearing the old comfy torn up sweatpants she throws on when she has her period, believe me. Having the right attire is important.
After some prodding and persuasive phone calls made by me and Stacy, we managed to draft four of our mutual friends to come join this little yoga-venture we were preparing to embark on. And of course, everyone was on the same page and rushing out to buy or order the appropriate yoga-wear too, (I went with OMgirl… so very comfortable and stylish too)
Finding a studio and agreeing on what method of yoga we were going to do was a bit more difficult. Jessica (a friend of a friend of Stacy’s) wanted to do an Ashtanga or Power Yoga class. Oh no, no, no dearest, low impact please; we were looking for your basic Hatha-Vinyasa, controlled breathing heart chakra pretty yoga, not Tantric Sex meets the Boston Marathon variety.
After some negotiations, we agreed on a studio which taught Vinyasa and was more or less centrally located for the six of us to all get to on a Thursday night, which is now yoga night. So far it’s been going pretty well, and Stacy hasn’t bailed on us yet, but we’ve been averaging four of us per class, which is fine because we all know each other and no one feels weird.
What does get a little weird is when we all walk into class together like the desperate housewives we all are, dressed head to toe in OMgirl chic, with our collective badass mean girls attitude only to watch us all screw up our poses and fall over when we stretch up into our exalted warrior.
Something I didn’t realize was that pregnant women are encouraged to do yoga, and the class right after ours is specifically for expectant mothers. We all rush out the door before we bump into any of them for fear of getting hit with that whole “I wanna make a baby too!” thing again.
We’re not very good at the yoga but at least we look good doing it, and I’m actually enjoying it. So much so that I went and ordered the FitTV Namaste Yoga DVDs so I can do this at home after everyone eventually loses interest. It really is a beautiful series, and it’s very well produced. Yoga has also evoked those feelings of sensuality and personal beauty within me. When I’m there, I’m not there. I’m someplace else. The synchronized movements and breathing techniques inspire something deeply serene and meditative; where it doesn’t feel like exercise anymore. It feels uniquely feminine and beautiful, and if you have even a passing interest in doing yoga, you really should consider it.
I’ve even noticed that my sex life feels more invigorating, with my body being more flexible as well as being able to find that emotional center much more easily and quickly. It’s so difficult to put that into exact words; that feeling of center, that sexual center we yearn for and need to feel completed and sated on physical, emotional and psychological planes of being. It’s as if my body and mind have been opened up, and is more receptive to being penetrated and wrapping myself around him and reaching a higher level of orgasmic bliss; it’s as if yoga has transformed my sexuality into a metaphysical event, that spiritual lotus and synergy of two bodies entwined together in perfect balance and harmony…and I even look good doing that too!
I love yoga, when I first started doing yoga the big thing that pissed me off was redefining my sense of balance. When I was in school I was on the gymnastics team so I was pretty sure I had my whole sense of balance mastered.
It was a very unpleasant surprise to find out that centering is a very different concept of balance than I had ever known. It took me months to master it and even now I still have my moments where I think “If I have to hold this pose any longer the whole world is going to come to an end.”. But no one ever said self improvement was easy so I keep at it.
I have that friend that gets me to do things with her that bails when the going gets interesting too. What is that?