The first time I took a yoga class was at the New York Sports Club on the Upper East Side where I was a regular. Before or after work, I could be found climbing the stair master, riding a stationary bike or running on a treadmill. I was also listening to music on my Walkman, watching TV AND reading a magazine or newspaper ALL at the same time. I also took aerobics classes with really loud music.
Needless to say there was always a distraction.
When it was suggested to me that I try yoga (by a holistic health practitioner) to help with the many physical and emotional issues I was dealing with, I decided to take a class at my gym, because that was the only place I knew that offered one!
That evening, the teacher started us on our backs, watching our breath. I was uncomfortable and my heart was racing. I couldn’t stand it and after just five minutes, I ran out as fast as I could! It was impossible for me to be still and simply to BE without DOING anything. I went back to my distracted gym routine and life.
It was a year before I tried yoga again, at a class a local teacher held at her apartment. It quickly moved to a space in a church when the class size began to grow. Although it was incredibly hard physically, I always felt great afterwards. I stuck with it, watched my breath, increased my awareness and even enjoyed savasana.