Yoga, Part Deux
I had another yoga class, although it wasn't by myself this time. That actually turned out to be good news as I had other people to watch, which cut down on the guesswork. One of the students was apparently an intern learning about midwife-ship and the other two were in their ninth month of pregnancy (!). As predicted, I was still the least limber of the group.
I think I may have figured out what the whooshing noise was. When I arrived to sit in the waiting area, the whooshing noise and crying baby were STILL there. It sounded like a newborn and I swear it was being tortured. I don't know if I was just having one of my days but I ended up bursting into tears (thank God I was by myself). I got myself back under control fairly quickly but I still don't know what prompted the tears...fear, stress, or frustration on the baby's behalf. It was the most pitiful sound I've ever heard in my life. I think the mom finally picked up the baby and it stopped, much to my relief. Oh, yeah, back to the whoosing noise:
This time, yoga lady gave me what I can only call a 'breathing instrument' that looks like a kazoo but doesn't buzz (thus it's not as much fun). Instead, it whooshes when you exhale. We did a bunch of stretches and worked on our respirations...inhaling and whooshing, inhaling and whooshing, etc. It apparently can be used in after-birth recovery, so mystery solved. Do I need to pack this thing for the hospital? It was all well and good for practice, but after a few respirations one does start to drool a bit so it's not all that comfortable.
Despite my efforts at home to do the exercises, I don't think I impressed yoga lady any with my improved ability. At one point I got a butt-cheek cramp -- please don't laugh, it was quite painful at the time -- and just couldn't manage to explain in decent French what had happened. In case you're wondering, the word for cramp in French is "crampe" so I have no excuse other than being dumb for my failure to communicate clearly. Luckily, yoga lady figured it out and put me in what I suppose is prime butt-cramp recovery position, but not after she clearly stated that it was a very good thing I started yoga class so early because I have a LOT of work to do. Dear God.
Saturday, November 18, 2006
Yoga, Part Deux
Posted by Pardon My French at 11:42 PM