Posing for two.
After weeks of planning and then punking out, I finally went to my first prenatal yoga class on Friday. There’s a great studio in walking distance from my house called West Asheville Yoga. It’s the first yoga studio I’ve been to since we moved here and I was impressed. They offer classes on a sliding scale (pay what you can from $6-$11 per class), which is great for anyone like me who “makes a living” in the lucrative field of journalism. Plus, there was only one other woman in my class, so it was almost like having a private lesson.
I was worried I would spend the entire time in child’s pose (and possibly pass out) since I hadn’t practiced in almost five months, but I held my own. Is it weird that I have a fear of pigeons, yet it’s my favorite yoga pose and Widespread Panic song?
We stayed in pigeon for several breaths before winding down with a wonderful pregnant version of Shavasana that starts with a stack of pillows and ends lying on your side. And we didn’t even have to do the Om chant. I say “have to” because I’m just not an Om kinda gal. (If I am in an Om class, I lip sync along with my fellow posers.) I know other people love it, but it’s just not for me. Finding the right yoga studio is like finding the right hairdresser. It’s a personal choice that can often take several attempts, but I think I’ve found mine on the first try. Namaste.
I loooooved prenatal yoga when I was pregnant with my son. I am not particularly crunchy or New Agey, so I know exactly what you mean about finding the right yoga studio or instructor. I found a good one, and it was such a relief to head out to yoga class each Tuesday night after a long hard day of work. I’m glad it’s worked out for you!