Yesterday I was all set up and waiting for the 4:30 class to start when my yoga buddy in the front row noticed she was the only person in the front row. We were literally just minutes away from starting. It did seem kind of sad that she was all alone in the front row, but not sad enough to bother me. But then she asked me to join her.
Ugh. I hate the front row. Stupid front row.
Ok – why do I hate it? I have a few reasons:
(a) I just do so leave me alone.
(b) Too much pressure
(c) What if I want to be a bit lazy? I don’t really feel like I can do that in the front row (see point B). On the other hand, when am I (or any of us) lazy in class? 🙂
(d) Really? I’m already doing this without any fans or door love.
However, I am pretty sure I run around this blog yakking about how we need to do things that make us uncomfortable now and then. So I sort of had to live up to my own standard. I dragged my mat up to the front row (but I did grumble a teeny bit).
Class started, and I forgot I was in the front row. I just went on about my business. Overall, I hate to say it, it wasn’t really that bad. I might actually choose to go up there again tonight. It was nice in standing head to knee and in stretching to be that close to the mirror. I really felt like I could see what I was doing with my arms. In standing head to knee I got a much better sense of how they looked when I lowered them down next to my calf muscles. It stunk though in standing bow. I felt like I was going to run into the mirror. I accomodated by stepping more towards the back of my mat.
In the end, I learned that I let the idea of being in the front row just get to much into my head. The reality of it wasn’t bad at all. Just another life lesson to be in the moment and go with it.
On another note, I am hitting the road tomorrow and will be off the blog for a few days, but no worries! I have found a local Bikram studio to practice at while I’m gone. I’m exicted to visit a new studio. I love visiting Birkam studios. When I get back, I’ll have new traveling Bikram adventures to share. I’m also in the process of talking to Mark about what it’s like to live with someone who practices Bikram. He has a few interesting things to say on the matter. I’ll share those too when I return.
If you’re missing me, follow me on twitter at LeighAHall. I’ll likely be tweeting while I’m on the road.